re: music ⁽⁶⁾

(re: everyone asked about you - paper airplanes, paper hearts) glittering stars spark from my lips under the manic light of day, the dutiful sun their eyes twist errant my blood bubbles inside, synapses occlude in hot-pink shadow i don't know what my legs are…

(re: mount eerie - "don't smoke") hi mr. elverum, there's probably some little part of me that wants to be dead. and my life probably would feel empty without some ritual! and my rebellion against the adults definitely hasn't ended yet (nyeheheh)!! and what's more,…

(re: alex g - "bobby") bark bakrbakr bakr abkrk bakr bark (i.e., unrequited devotion can become a monstrous, destructive, and corrosive kind of relation when taken on irresponsibly [i.e., without respect to the other or oneself], which underscores some basic need to see both the…

(re: sufjan stevens - "will anybody ever love me?") 1. dogs are affection near-indiscriminate, are forces of love's nature. are string sections in motion, in shambles, in rough jagged clambering moments and inertias. dogs are pretty, dogs are beautiful, dogs are in+aspirational, dogs are cunty,…

(re: dutchmasters - substation, my home. melancholy, my bride.) i get lonely. my tongue gets sharper. paces cut between my bedroom and the kitchen. post-telling them what i am. they're not listening. i thread options through the teeth of a shredder. think of home, going…

(re: caroline polachek - desire, i want to turn into you & MIKE - burning desire) I OVERCOOKED THE RICE, BUT EVERYTHING ELSE TURNED OUT FINE. i think i like writing. don't say i help but i write. so must be mine. writing. else. tried to…