nocturnes:
these silent blondes,
they were so special,
they had a quality,
a quiet masculinity
a lack of pretense.
late nights, early mornings with hiccups
tried to call last night, sure i messed it up
in a blur, which was a blur of enthusiasm
should be in bed, but decided to stay up
might be the best of sinking piss
and fucking away one’s life
if i went without, i'm sure i'd be asleep
team dresch!
ipod is switched on to the world
hand grenade
feel like rolling around on the floor
listening to comet gain with a bottle of gin
or jumping over high barbed-wire fences
listening to dyke punk—cue the third sex
try to track down some need
hot penis
happiness, no one would agree.
looking at:
artek + comme des garçon - standard
BIRDSONG PUBLICITY PHOTOS
encyclopedia of homosexuality
entertaining mr. sloane
florsheim by duckie brown
humör
oliver peoples
stephan schneider
weak species
werkplaats typografie
wood wood
listening to:
former ghosts
garbage - thirteen
lake
nirvana - scoff
roxy music - in every dream home a heartache
talk normal
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