I WAS BORN IN AN EGG,
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN A
DESERT HOME AND THE
INTENTIONAL MESS OF A
CITY. LIGHTS FLICKERED
THERE TO REMIND US OF
STREET WORK, WHITE
NOISE, MUSIC, AND THE
KAFKAN BELITTLED ARM.
WALKING INTO A
THRESHOLD-FOG IS NOT
SOMETHING YOU OFTEN
CATCH YOURSELF DOING
BUT THE PATERNAL ANIMAL
INSIDE IS ANGRY AND
DOMINEERING, ONCE THE
FORM IS PLACED DOWN, IT
NEARLY EXPLODES. TIME
DISTORTS. THE MACHINE OF
EXISTENCES LEAKS OUT A
BLACK LIQUID, ALMOST
SEXUALLY STYLED. ALL
AFFECT IS THIS--LIKE
FLOWER WALLPAPER.
AFTER EATING AN ERRATICSTAR: THE MASCULINECOUPLES, IN ORDER TODISCOVERY ANOTHERWORLD WITH NO LIGHT.THE DARK STAGE HIDES THEDARK SELF. TOUCHING,CRYING, AND ABUSINGARE MELODRAMATICALLYRENDERED ESCAPES FROMSLEEP AND FROM THETOWERING WIND OF THEFEMININE.
--LM RIVERA
[via dream pop press]
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