Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world’s greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding
( Saul Williams, from said the shotgun to the head )
What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
01. three colors red → lonely drifter karen | 02. arristea → mint julep | 03. plastic in plastic → the secret love parade | 04. future cult icon → softspot | 05. ghost dream → blouse | 06. far enough → young unknowns | 07. i am shell i am bone → gazelle twin | 08. luther → eaux | 09. this ain’t no hymn → saint saviour | 10. electric → teen | 11. ladykiller → white sea | 12. hocus pocus → pretty heart | 13. i wrote in blood → still corners
i. empty → she might bite | ii. hatred → family band | iii. richard → orion rigel dommisse | iv. patron saint hunter → timber timbre | v. poor pretty jane → jane jane pollock | vi. monster → red alder | vii. lucy furs → aloonaluna | viii. in the morning → alec k. redfearn and the eyesores
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