these markings will show my struggle.
and these scars will be my armor.
why can’t you wake up from this dream?
always in red, hanging from a dead trend.
the skin melts off your fingertips as you put your hands in the ground.
your memories will always remain.
slipdiver - a very very slipdiver christmas
in other news, i started writing new vowel songs.
june paik - grenzwert
my hands are buried deep beneath the soil, but you handed me the shovel.
i can wake up from this. the lights are dimming now. and you always thought it best to show up unannounced, so keep your ring on.
no. i wanna go.
your latex stare craved of bitter intention from that man you never mentioned, from that bed that crept from your scalp to deep within your bowels where i now stir and swell and make your apartment downtown impossible to sleep in. or so i’d love to believe, just let me know.
i found it all in my head, all my blood clots to my brain. it’s always the same thing. and no matter how much you ask if this will comfort you i’ll always have this moment.
utarid - some things are better left unsaid
so, does anyone actually know what happened to vinyl junkie distro?
the times only get harder with every moment.
outside of town there’s an interstate. it will take you wherever you want to be. but i’ll stay in ohio, convince myself that i’m not alone.