nocturne communique/nocturnal e-mission
i'm very super-ficial; i hate everything official.
textual relations/e-ruptions
you're like a child with a bug bite—you keep rubbing it like it's some sort of magick amulet.
drawing from the point of magick—that if you draw the object, it brings it to you.
supply me with majoun mixed with a single drop of blood.
psychedelic penetration.
looking at:
alsop architects
patryce bak
bat for lashes - sleep alone
belgrade soccer stadium murals
claire fontaine
guys with iphones
how artists must dress
huggy bear - rubbing the impossible burst
wilkerton
listening to:
broken social scene - love will tear us apart
destroyer - bay of pigs
guided by voices - hold on hope
mount eerie - wind's poem
taken by trees - watch the waves
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