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I am an adult only by default. The thoughts in my brain tell me one thing yet the drugs in my vein tell me another. Fresh off another fantastic party, I am feeling more love for Mike Deluca than the love I feel for life. Obscene observations of frame upon frame and the way certain phrases fall out of a bad actor's mouth. The way a head pops off of a human body when a dresser pushes into it. The way the blood pours out of the neck and spurts all across the hardwood floor. This is love. This is life. A severed hand with a wireless phone as its only fan. If the camera is in the right place then it plays out like the most prolific poem my petty little brain could ever come to comprehend. An adult only by default. I breathe in cinema and I exhale exhaust. The stereo plays another song, another day spent rightfully wrong...
Let me talk about a girl. She has got legs that you can slide down easier than an oil slick. Slide down, slide up-- same thing. When she puts her palms against my walls, the structure of my brain fucking falls. Her mouth cuts open like a void in the span of space and time. "We're spanning time. We're spanning time." The second that I think I am the only one in the world that is insane, she utters some kind of fucked up sentiment that equals my melted heart's refrain. I kiss her mouth and I push my fingers south. The drugs only make us fuck. The drugs just make us suck. Let me talk about a girl. A girl that lays in my bed with blood like water. A girl with moles to kiss and cheeks to fist. Without the swirling head and without the sporadic vomit. Without the cheap magazine origami and without a song sounding so calming. The drugs just make us suck. Our kisses should clean all of our dirty dishes. Our kisses should be our only true wishes and riches. You sigh, baby, you sigh. When you put your mouth to mine, you just sigh. When I put my mouth to yours, I spit up Pi. Let me talk about a girl. A girl so kind that would probably stick a wet block of wood in my mouth to bite down upon after making such a cliche and terrible rhyme. A girl that would slip me the tongue and beat my face in at the same time. This is gay. I'm done. I am an adult only by default. If you put your trust in me, it is your own fucking fault.
Il faut que jeunesse se passe.
blanket of secrecy - walls have ears
boards of canada - the campfire headphase
bohren und der club of gore - black earth
brian eno + john cale - wrong way up
the cardigans - super extra gravity
cocteau twins - heaven or las vegas
daft punk - homework
eliot lipp - tacoma mockingbird
i love you but i've chosen darkness - fear is on our side
imaad wasif - imaad wasif
isobel campbell & mark lanegan - ballad of the broken seas
jens lekman - oh you're so silent jens
leonard cohen - songs of love and hate
m83 - before the dawn heals us
m. gira - i am singing to you from my room
morrissey - bona drag
new order - power, corruption, and lies
sigur ros - takk
sisters of mercy - floodland
slim cessna's auto club - the bloudy tenant truth and peace
squeeze - argybargy
tiga - sexor
tom tom club - tom tom club
xiu xiu - fabulous muscles
Let me talk about a girl. She has got legs that you can slide down easier than an oil slick. Slide down, slide up-- same thing. When she puts her palms against my walls, the structure of my brain fucking falls. Her mouth cuts open like a void in the span of space and time. "We're spanning time. We're spanning time." The second that I think I am the only one in the world that is insane, she utters some kind of fucked up sentiment that equals my melted heart's refrain. I kiss her mouth and I push my fingers south. The drugs only make us fuck. The drugs just make us suck. Let me talk about a girl. A girl that lays in my bed with blood like water. A girl with moles to kiss and cheeks to fist. Without the swirling head and without the sporadic vomit. Without the cheap magazine origami and without a song sounding so calming. The drugs just make us suck. Our kisses should clean all of our dirty dishes. Our kisses should be our only true wishes and riches. You sigh, baby, you sigh. When you put your mouth to mine, you just sigh. When I put my mouth to yours, I spit up Pi. Let me talk about a girl. A girl so kind that would probably stick a wet block of wood in my mouth to bite down upon after making such a cliche and terrible rhyme. A girl that would slip me the tongue and beat my face in at the same time. This is gay. I'm done. I am an adult only by default. If you put your trust in me, it is your own fucking fault.
Il faut que jeunesse se passe.
blanket of secrecy - walls have ears
boards of canada - the campfire headphase
bohren und der club of gore - black earth
brian eno + john cale - wrong way up
the cardigans - super extra gravity
cocteau twins - heaven or las vegas
daft punk - homework
eliot lipp - tacoma mockingbird
i love you but i've chosen darkness - fear is on our side
imaad wasif - imaad wasif
isobel campbell & mark lanegan - ballad of the broken seas
jens lekman - oh you're so silent jens
leonard cohen - songs of love and hate
m83 - before the dawn heals us
m. gira - i am singing to you from my room
morrissey - bona drag
new order - power, corruption, and lies
sigur ros - takk
sisters of mercy - floodland
slim cessna's auto club - the bloudy tenant truth and peace
squeeze - argybargy
tiga - sexor
tom tom club - tom tom club
xiu xiu - fabulous muscles