Silencio. From somewhere you know, aimed to you. Listen in, don’t tell. As fantasy intoxicates reality, observation becomes drowned understanding.
Art is not interesting, because it’s prepared No puedo seguir hablando inglés
Calls that make your name shorter and tactile inspections of my hand
I can’t over extend or not extend I can just extend
Sinceramente no creo que haya algo más gracioso, Que el sonido de alguien corriendo en pantuflas
I see you through swell. Unloyal, warm, slightly away. It's terrifying to see a face within a face.
Dancing like an idiot in the kitchen. Barquito de papel. The smell of Humor 5. The smell of a cloth
Information filled meat... Spinella, spinella, spinella Recalling works wonders around what I want things to be.
You’ll be a prowler, not an adventurer You’ve been given the appliance of uneasiness yet no function… Where’s the fun in that?
I’m honestly still confounded by last Friday’s “events”... Are we gonna have a meeting? I’m part of the chit-chat, but I’m not... more
There was something different about it. It was so simple. Not immediately, anyway...