This will all transform into memory. The cacophony of their adolescence evaporates into polyrhythmic dissonance. And they accuse everyone else of not keeping time. And sound is a strange phenomenon, what with language and love and tongues and lips and dissipating into the air. Caught in the web, I see spiders slow dancing, clumsy, like they just broke into the ostentatious frames of their...
Anonymous asked: do you have a girlfriend?