curled in a windowless coccoon. 5th st.
i've been reading about myth and how we've lost art of it. lost the nack. stopped telling and stopped listening. ah the capitalist revolution and these great steel constructions. towers of babel taking us and higher and higher, but we no longer care what we're reaching for.
maybe just the penthouse view.
catlin says she'll sneak into our sketchbooks. paste the pages on the wall.
its enough to make you curl up with the closest warm body and reach for some life, reach for some warm center, sweet nectar.
"the horror! the horror!"
maybe just the penthouse view.
catlin says she'll sneak into our sketchbooks. paste the pages on the wall.
its enough to make you curl up with the closest warm body and reach for some life, reach for some warm center, sweet nectar.
"the horror! the horror!"