Feel says leaf, tips ease is sea spit
Teach, cheat, part trap
You have my heart I want it back
God, dog, devil, lived
The giver takes, the taker gives.
His eyes are blueberries, video screens
Minneapolis schemes and dried flowers
From books half read
The juice of dark cherries cover his chin
The dog walks in and the crow lies in his jaw like lead
Everything eats and is eaten, time is fed
this was genuinely life changing for me. i cant express my love with words bc its almost religious at this point. the lads brought their absolute fucking a-game for this.
some fire lines:
development wants, development gets
its official
development wants this neighbourhood gone
so the city just wants the same
when the bit pulls tight, the grip is sewn into the reins
can't breathe it out, you just breathe it back again
the sun's a strange light
nothing grows right anymore
scars on every stalk
whose mouth should i use to talk?
laid out immobile
hoping for that call
it's in my mouth, under my skin
sodium pentathol
I am by no means traditionally religious, but I fully understand how being in the presence of beautiful stained glass can feel like being with god. ALWAYS stop off at a church on the way if you think it might have good stained glass. The bluebells in the bottom right corner of this made me loose my breath for a moment.
I used to be envious of people who had “MySpace friends” or “tumblr friends”. Now I have PI.FYI friends. Thank you capyboppy for your lovely letter and this illustration of a capybara and a mouse with fruit on our heads, it made me weirdly emotional ❤️