The soul in a refraction of icicles. A moment hanging like breath on air. And yet life – even still life – is not still. The story is not a story if it does not unravel. Your eyes you may cast backward, but the heart is locked in the chest and must beat forever forward. It is the frozen beast pressing upward from a loosening earth, one ear cocked to the echo of the ghost choir still singing, the...
only if you listen closely can you hear the machines beneath the sidewalk whipsering the machines beneath the sidewalk are always whispering
why can’t we just, once not have an aura of death hang over our love
run with me tonight as deep into the buildings and all the crushing facades the dreamlike road your with me oh god its all i need daedalus and his hubris couldnt have asked for sweeter wine nothing happens in this rain we cower in underpasses and stick to each other in the cloy rain in summer is too cruel and this cruelty is too delicate, furnished and carved and quite designed to...