The Recording is Shot
Brain smoke body broken dixieland blood radio
drag my nose on a dream, pixel people drinking
but she listens to it, more or less, all night.
A few voices in the garage.
bassoon clavier & brass
Chicago was still in bed;
he woke up early and dark,
laid a lead jacket on her lung
and violet petals in her mouth.
violetred:
yeah i could be your assistant 