throwbackDragging bricks in here, slow sensory moves, throwback to a time deemed daredevil dance-foam. There they danced and froze in terror and chugged down fruit punch because it was cool. Where days nearly always ended with pure ecstatical blandness, wind piercing tears growing from unchased pavements. Chasing the smoke chasing the eerie night from its kingdom. The kingdom of fire, the wonderstruck woman with recursive thoughts,. She painted holes through her stomach to let out the fear. The animal that never faded away. The static that does not die out. The bright blind. He says he loves me. He says he does.throwback by ersatz-moon
Static expands, static lacks all.
You know there is something terribly vulnerable lodged in between half-awake consciousness and pure collective memory.
GoneAn extension running wideGone by WitheringWalrus
A kid is swimming, treading time
Shepherds are out somewhere gathering
I want you
Up until you blow
His tired legs stop
No one taught him how to swim
The wire's been caught
Where are the shepherds?
You finally blew