Her thighs.

The current that goes back to the spine.

The thin paper. The hair smells of hair.

The absurd, stupid, foolish, idiotic,

perfect simplicity of the nesting.

– Aimee Bender –

Ph : Jaroslaw Datta –

I just like the feeling of finding the right word in my mind and employing it. I get pleasure from that feeling. I prefer language to gesture. I figured other people might, too.

– Aimee Bender – The Color Master

* Anne Wiszemski *

you laid it on the line

these twisted words of time

how your spirit shines

I wish that you were mine

lately I know that I’ve been crawling

I know that I’ve been falling

into your dream

imagine no more tears

dissolving all your fears

with tooth and claw we fight

into this endless night …

I saw my tears in your eyes

you saw your fears in mine

we watched it burn together …

burn watched it burn burn …

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=RYllKEkAtYU&persist_app=1&app=m

Unkle – When things explode

Ph : Jacob Hutton