territorial
for the sake of liberty,
for the sake of solidarity,
for the fake of society.
fight, flight, freeze.
for the sake of liberty,
for the sake
of solidarity, for the fake of society.
fight, flight, freeze. so small is the bullet but such a big hole! and boy oh boy it hurts; onto your whole soul. let our call to stand and join hands ring out; hear our call; let it ring from every city; and everybody will rise, joining hands once again. when everybody jumps at once, the world will bounce with us and against us with the same force.
Orange organs. Holding your lover’s butt while innocently going to sleep after a long day. As your organs become extensions of each other, no matter the story of romance, this is the best feeling.
Dream it.
Glasses create a territory for your encounter with the world. So far so good, but have you gave a thought for how we reflect each other inside our heads through our eyes, our glasses? Mine are Yellow.
Grow it.
So now I’m alone and I can think of myself, I miss the touch of your Yellow lizard tongue on me. Shades on my eyes not to be able to see you absent. Are your friends electric?
Tide your bed, make up your closet, did you fold all your shirts or did you throw them on the floor like last time? I can’t clean up every time after you. You are so beautiful, image vs, sign.
“The point is that
life for me is not
going to be the
way it is for
everyone else.
I have a fog
machine and
movie lights
in my bedroom.”
- M. Manson -
post-pop-touch. “be in my video, darling every night”, we can say that pop post touch era enables it to flourish - compared to it, the decline of the pop star is a basic phase in the evolution of the sign product."
