when the soup is *on*, isn’t it. how do you kill a spider, and está une serpente? who was that downstairs? it was me. now reverse it.
Tag Archives: February
INTO THE MAGIC NIGHT / 01200220
When I fall asleep among the angels and irises to dream my dreams of you, when a marching band of burst-open stars, when a call comes in for aide, when a hunt’s fresh complete, when a balladeer in the afternoon–wear a pair of your best glasses
@ THE PEPPERMILL / 02190319
for when: Do *anything* for clout? She gone. It’s like trying to catch a freight train with a butterfly net.
N’EXISTE PAS SANS SON CONTRAIRE / 01190219
Le Verseau avec Roméo Elvis … tout oublier.
kate carsella 