February 2011
258 posts
January 2011
97 posts
keep the streets empty for me. (fever ray)
memory comes when memory’s old i am never the first to know following this stream up north where do people like us float? there is room in my lap for bruises, asses, handclaps i will never disappear for forever, i’ll be here whispering morning keep the streets empty for me morning keep the streets empty for me i learned to not eat the snow my fur is hot, my tongue is cold on a bed of...
“platonic geometries.”
