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Here’s the story that goes with this release:
Last night, was eating a cousin’s “pie.” (Sex) Offered to go back in the back room and get another pan of her pie. (Sex) Was told by my Aunt that this was tantamount to going and bringing in her old lady bloomers for all to see. (Sex) Pie was in a tin pan, partly eaten, crusty. (Sex)
Later, we went on a trip to the supermarket (of sex?). Surrounding the parking lot was a vast, oddly-shaped swimming pool, or series of them (baptism, rebirth). It looked as if it were going to rain (ancient Babylonians thought that rain was the semen of the god Baal).
Somewhere along the line, a quite dapper Twenties lothario in a gambling casino (ala’ Dr. Mabuse), suggests that the poker game consists of “tender hands on the outside, something something (I can’t quite remember), on the inside.” He throws back his head, lifts his own white gloved hands, laughs his tight, angular-jawed laugh.
And somehow this is all related to sex.
What does it mean? Does “it” refer to sex just as Mike Patton said what was “it” in Faith No More’s “Epic”? I can’t begin to tell you, but Jazz Cocoon is a melange of something, which may involve it or just a little (b)it. Allow it to zest you up.
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