nocturne communique/nocturnal e-mission
missives to the misses
textual relations/e-ruptions
looking at:
leonard cohen - in my secret life
elias + the wizzkids - mr right guy
guapo
mgmt - this must be the place
geoffrey o'connor
tiny chance of planet collision
rosa von praunheim
yoko ono enjoys rare music honour
listening to:
cleast eatwood
thecocknbullkid
missives to the misses
textual relations/e-ruptions
i can see the lights hovering
i am on the roof
they are on the horizon
blue like hot
hot like how
a stick of butter
might melt in yr pants
gang of 4
in village leather
know how to move around
know how to fool the town
enter the room
white walls
white floor
white celing
silver mirrored chadelier
translucent acrylic furniture
see-through to
seated naked asses
eat like a farmhand
drink like a polish plumber
enter the space
you are either
wounded by it
(the density of romance)
or
presume its ineffectuality
(the imperviousness of reason)
is there a spectrum?
or jus indecision?
i want a confession, a reaction,
you want exercise.
no regrets. jus livin with mistakes. some you could have prevented and some you couldn't. the inability to not dwell. being in a bind. hitting a wall. the beauty of lateral movements is that they are mutually exclusive w/hitting rock bottom. life as bumper cars.
looking at:
leonard cohen - in my secret life
elias + the wizzkids - mr right guy
guapo
mgmt - this must be the place
geoffrey o'connor
tiny chance of planet collision
rosa von praunheim
yoko ono enjoys rare music honour
listening to:
cleast eatwood
thecocknbullkid
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