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PBR and records. I’ve become a parody of myself.

PBR and records. I’ve become a parody of myself.

Painting: Odilion Redon’s Ophelia Among Flowers

Dress:
We would on wood planks sit at the edge of larva pools
Watching the flights of mosquitoes escaping the filth and film
Because as Basket people we’d do as Basket people do
And sit and pretend we had interest in interesting other things
Even the newborn mosquitoes’ virgin
Wavering, Faltering
Falling Flight
Before being
S-Napp-Ed
Up by lime green frogs
Sitting in apprehension and doing as Basket frogs do,
Pretending to have interest in interesting other things.

Painting: Odilion Redon’s Ophelia Among Flowers


Dress:

We would on wood planks sit at the edge of larva pools

Watching the flights of mosquitoes escaping the filth and film

Because as Basket people we’d do as Basket people do

And sit and pretend we had interest in interesting other things

Even the newborn mosquitoes’ virgin

Wavering, Faltering

Falling Flight

Before being

S-Napp-Ed

Up by lime green frogs

Sitting in apprehension and doing as Basket frogs do,

Pretending to have interest in interesting other things.

I resent being labelled as Morrissey. I’m my own person. My own person.
farouchegaijin:

Last night I drank absinthe (Hill’s) the parisienne “bohemian” way (what a show, what a production). I laugh because absinthe alone tastes like death and any method (bohemian, fauxhemian, whichever) that dilutes it and makes it tolerable works for me. Also, I did not see the green fairy. Though I did see a Morrissey and a guy that looks like an angel.
peril:

L’Absinthe (1876), oil on canvas, Musée d’Orsay, Paris | artwork by Edgar Degas

I resent being labelled as Morrissey. I’m my own person. My own person.

farouchegaijin:

Last night I drank absinthe (Hill’s) the parisienne “bohemian” way (what a show, what a production). I laugh because absinthe alone tastes like death and any method (bohemian, fauxhemian, whichever) that dilutes it and makes it tolerable works for me. Also, I did not see the green fairy. Though I did see a Morrissey and a guy that looks like an angel.

peril:

L’Absinthe (1876), oil on canvas, Musée d’Orsay, Paris | artwork by Edgar Degas

Caged in a cradle of mangled car limbs, a baby blue blanket waits to be cut free.

Caged in a cradle of mangled car limbs, a baby blue blanket waits to be cut free.

I’m throwing my fucking computer out the window.

I’m throwing my fucking computer out the window.

Clicking tocks, and wall clocks were all I had last night. Grappling greedily with moaning  sheep, I yelled ‘Come stay a while, and bounce over my head’, but they all ran in the opposite direction of my bed and I was left with tottering hands instead. 

Clicking tocks, and wall clocks were all I had last night. Grappling greedily with moaning  sheep, I yelled ‘Come stay a while, and bounce over my head’, but they all ran in the opposite direction of my bed and I was left with tottering hands instead.