We live on the cusp of death.
Our souls are desperate, but our minds are afraid and our bodies are tired.
Our heads are separated entities held shackled by pathetic bodies.
I need that force that won’t pull.
Is familiarity the only thing that makes love what it is?
Nights knight shining.
Don’t disassociate your being.
Two shows coming up: Paramount theater November 27th- brand new and o ‘brother Ollies point December 16th- sainthood reps, Harvard, lights resolve + more Spank it on your calendar.
What are we trying to do?
You feel life in your chest.
Reach to me?
Its a shallow exemption of physical philosophy in all forms of physicality. at the same time, it’s an arrogant denial of an invisible force. what do you want? What do you want?
A big pond in a little fish.
We are all unamended.
Our complexions are tanned by another’s sun.
Does stark reality quell romantic intuition?
A concept of love inconceived.
You try and you try.
Lose to be.
Waning world of shit artistry.