ince it's been a while...Baby, I'm a quixotic anarchist floating in milk-shake of southern-hemisphere stars...
Unfortunately thrown back into real life.
Never Mind The BollocksWhen I die I'll be a thousand little pieces Un-notated notes of three chords And 'The Truth' in paper creases.Never Mind The Bollocks
Losing my respect and my top right hand corner Were the lowest of the lows Country Life and the Sid and Nancy mourner.
I've seen the stars through a window pane Unobservant regression And killing it they all proclaim
'Punk's Not Dead'
Your Wet Hair On My FacePast bridges of Science and Industry Under the cranes of regeneration Stolen elevated view of a boundary Riding electrical transportation. Over-shadowed and hiding night time haunts The Comedy Club The Gentleman's Club The debauchery the city night flaunts In house chart indie electro and dub. We always said we'd buy it one day Revolutionise the revolution Leave tracks that go way beyond this railway Quixotic beats for more than the beaten. You may be in jeans ripped from crotch to floor, But cities don't dance for us anymore.Your Wet Hair On My Face
Marilyn in D MinorI have lost your frequency fail to pick up on yr transmissions yr lost at sea again just the place you want to be, i know drowning with the squid i hope our death beds are comfortable.Marilyn in D Minor
my darling, my cupcake, my spanish influenza.
agent sweetheart swims with the stars inhaling ocean fumes, toxic buildup bacteria sunrise growing in our gardens of porcelain plants, fragrances, figurines caught in the middle of the moment a spiderweb in time due time fuck time a model of her spirit resting on the shelf next to various objects collected over the year
Dazed
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*cellar door*
Read my journal
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I steal your pants
just coz you iz well solid now.
xoxox
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*cellar door*
xoxox
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*cellar door*
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