Music:crown me king- "olly, olly octen free (cask of amontillado dub)"
cocktails involving gin & gunpowder.
like my godforsaken heart might stop beating if it weren't for this damascus steel pacemaker. these planaria (platyhelminthes) coloured organs with their technologically mandated rythems. if i talk about the colour of something it stops being a metaphor & becomes something true. everything will be ellipses syncopation; it looks like percussion but its mostly just pauses. all i can do is slink around the outskirts of the tigres & euphrates waiting for someone else to come up with artful ways to use agricultural tools (i:iv:ix). i think about that special paint they use to mark the queen bee in order to cheer myself up. or about how spring heels jack (achilles of the black bag) got away scott free.