the spectrum of desire:
poker hot free flow to oblivion
all the way to glassy indifference
i have it in the frame of my hands
a small bird sitting in open palms
sit for as long as you wish
i like the …
by your features
i will follow …
the rule of time
over the rule of freedom
Select pages from Craphound #6 - Death
This is one of the best things I own.
reel dreams ticking
David Lynch around 1966, when he was an art student at the PAFA
your instruments in place of a bed to sleep in. it is an apartment a little bit too kept, evoking more death than life. what does hermetically sealed music sound like? the vacuum of vocabulary is lonely. hello?