I'm listening to: Hole - Malibu

Like a watercolour painting, day and night blend seamlessly. Each hour is a ravenous pelican child that devours its precedent.
We're always cautiously treading the brink of an ontological revelation.




We used to leave the blue lights on and there was a beat
Ever since you have been gone, it’s all caffeine-free, faux punk fatigues
Said it all before: 
They try to kick it, their feet fall asleep 
Yet no harm done, no; 
None of them want to fight me

Combat baby, come back baby
Fight off the lethargy 
Don’t go quietly, combat baby
Said you would never give up easy, 
Combat baby, come back