try ritual purification with wet wipes
chants, dedicated
-isms that promise
to change your life
you need forgiveness
do you want to party or cry? / Find that special place inside you
where you feel no shame
just visualise
forgiveness
eerie lo-fi mix tape
just nature
just moon
purity with an x on it
by
voicemail
back seat of the car is full of cold medicine boxes
empty bottles of energy drinks left
A love letter cooling out
from the keychain
conclude the evening
by hotboxing the car
with e-cigarettes
fading it out of
your voyeuristic gaze
with the thick cloud
of
the stereo urges you
say fast slowly
whispering
that promise to change your life
and make it better
inside you
need forgiveness
you’re standing in a small parking lot
you’re being handed a photocopied sheet of paper
handwritten in black marker
Air vents. Car keys. Ashtray, Maintenance, Hubcaps, Glove compartment. Rear window wiper. Sunscreen. Back seat. Stereo. Bumper.
the owner ran
no shame
you feel no shame
doors are open
car vinyl is a blue/white
pearlescent
your body is okay
everything is as it should be
she is laughing
while you hold
your
phone
to record
safe words
etc.
all things intact and in mid-use
as if
inside you
You are the memory of the car
you are flashing back
It looks as if
the sheet of paper
got wet
by your desire
maybe getting close enough to smell
the paper that now functions as a map
You’re in search
of self help
back seat
voyeur
satiate your
ashtray you’ve just stepped into
loops strength eats
sweat nothing but violence
get the incomplete chloroform
Get plenty get quick
get dreaming get quick
get nothing to hide
this 4x4 as upmost bliss
is made out of anonymity
you feel no shame
& if you recite it you'll say nothing
smallest at the bottom, fattest on-top
all smoking vapour
to hold hands
a clock with no hands
image gallery
the body in
and disappointment
let's say no more
If all goes well
breaking is simply
never done
likewise it is worth
it
you can wear chanel
it is permitted
your body is okay
it is permitted
your routine humiliation
it is permitted
through external mic, or pre-amped violin
hairless
you can read it in a deep
lovely sotto voce
but
Speak real slow
for me
in the hard morning light
Speak real slow
for me now
Speak real slow
for me now
Speak real slow
for me now
Speak real slow
for me now
blown out, yet the room still closes in
think about things
wanting more and giving up
future is without body
turn up
and
feed off
the sum of our parts
depravity and joy, the rehearsal
play with it
for me now
this kind of freedom
Now based
in a wariness
in a
vulnerability
literally
an unsettling mash-up
of mainstream popular culture,
tourist videos and self-made
social media celebrities
a fragmented world view through eyes of the
track listing running through
from the outside, to observing
tutorials on the how to
of the voyeur
cursor moves across tastes, ideas and thought processes,
the instability in your life
and all the useless things you buy
the missing reasons to suffer
what home
is to be seen
unaffected by marketing
children often carry toys in a similar manner
try and punish
the all-in-one
on your knees
you need forgiveness
the perfume
i think
she is laughing
as if
inside you
cooling out
like a wet mouth
suddenly opens
like a book
reading
is just understood
just like wearing clothes
in short, you can only do
it for love for so long,
and that time comes
a lot quicker when
you lack job security
or a job to start with
don't eat
to produce
so annoying how you guys where going on and on
your mom is crazy
your body is okay
that promise to change your life
and make it better
inside you
you
need forgiveness
you feel no shame
no shame
to record
safe words
I should be more fucked up
than this horrible phone
but whatever
and cuts never fall on a
uniform body
