nocturne communique/nocturnal e-mission
i know my question doesn't make sense at all since we live outside the realms of yes and no
textual relations/e-ruptions
know. i don't put faith in the healer that is not the self. i don't put it in the mouth either. mother or otherwise. holes of origin. the shame is in the expectation to adequately account. sometimes numbers are numbers and not enigmas. sometimes reactions are. like the scary thing about conceptual art is not the good concept or the bad concept that you get or you don't get, but the apparentness of it per se, which is another way of saying i wanna look, but i don't wanna think about it (touch). touch, think about it. alabaster or skin breaking?
a simple and certain joy. the heart of the regulatory machine. it's a lovely moment counting to twenty. every time you try to preserve something you also kill it. you save and kill at the same time. kill a child in the morning and kiss yr own in the afternoon.
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the sea rushes up my knees like flame and i feel like just some misplaced joan of arc . . .
LOOK!
amazing - is it likely
anntian
des'ree - kissing you
peter downsbrough
god help the girl
last angel of history
not tom
peaches - talk to me
red by wolves
steven shaviro - grace jones, corporate cannibal
sisters make people happy
ssru
sordid lives
sweden allows same-sex marriage
yoko ono auctions art for autism
LISTEN!
cold cave
forest + trees
horrors
lemonheads + liv tyler - hey, that's no way to say goodbye
nite jewel
odawas
telepathe
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