those backyard industrial shockwaves:like honey to my ears with almost none in my hair.
i don't know anyone named olof.
i started my play last night
this is the first line:
Artist: be safe she said and we glided on by, with hip thighs throbbing slowly and buttercup hands reaching back for the moment we could not touch again. There is none but safety in mothers arms and suckling breast and bare sweet hands that place the vase where flowers kept-keep me whole, keep me low, keep me knowing I am home. And she is the devil, and I am her toy to tempt and cast off. And she is the beauty my life ticks to, with unglowing moon stretched shadows of early spring bare trees and feet deep in grass. I could love her, if I could only tell mother.
(it all gets better from there)
i also don't know anyone named chuck. i hope this never changes.
i started my play last night
this is the first line:
Artist: be safe she said and we glided on by, with hip thighs throbbing slowly and buttercup hands reaching back for the moment we could not touch again. There is none but safety in mothers arms and suckling breast and bare sweet hands that place the vase where flowers kept-keep me whole, keep me low, keep me knowing I am home. And she is the devil, and I am her toy to tempt and cast off. And she is the beauty my life ticks to, with unglowing moon stretched shadows of early spring bare trees and feet deep in grass. I could love her, if I could only tell mother.
(it all gets better from there)
i also don't know anyone named chuck. i hope this never changes.