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always pressured to the ground never from the same height always already an all-night fair on the inside of your skull imagine that. imagine all the people. cotton candy in your hair a button coming off the inside of your sleeves a rush for the automatic vending machine dispensing emptiness into the sweaty hands ofContinue reading “Nobody Lost, Nobody Found Eternity One Night Only”

one thing that i just can’t conceive is how i just let you go on and on about 50 different permutations of happiness ever after; the world ipso facto, post-factum. alea jacta est. when the frog kisses the prince cherry-blossoms whither on stems as white as a peranakan girl’s buttocks not for nothing the revlonContinue reading “Far Away Silver Thoughts”

all the girls i know are dyin’ of love and lack thereof or excess of for lips that twitch at the end of a runway are the same lips that switch codes for the benefit of men the kinds of which we’ve seen many times before but not this time at the end of aContinue reading “Feel The Love Out There On The Ice”