opening day
slept with stoneheart


it is our job to find meaning in this electronic existence


like water through stone
or blood
today i bleed like seawater

meaning in every man on the back alley mumbling heavily

giggles



as bubbles
and bubbles

as bars

like prison?
like night prison?

all these conversations empty into the gradation between melody and disharmonic symphony
the kind i like in between my thighs
noisy noise noise NOISE








NOISY NOISE NOISE NOISE