Christmas Eve Auto Draft

You’ve got a nerve to be embodied. Lana says it pains her how good the male vocals are on ‘Dealer’. Season of frivolous spending I call you from the floor of a mall, you spend £16.90 on coffee, I don’t know what prose is. 

At some point I must have remembered the password to the room of amphibians, Analysis.

It’s not like the contact is there. A plate of sliced ham many decades ago, the puppy ate. A palate refined into podcasters who go out for cheeseburgers, murmuration of commas, choleric entropies. It’s a form of sleep paralysis. Horny letters to environmentalists. 

Save me…as…

You lucid dream or you stop / shall it be blessed to touch the furnace a hard-light, the caterpillar blonde. 

The door is locked. It needs a medicine. Rivers of cognac coagulate arterial: one is gold, one is white. Nightmares of Fancy prose. Aperitif or signet ring. Solid aura. 

The barista gifts me free lemon cake “for someone that needs it” and it might be me or I half it with you? All canal walk I sipped the glow of that coffee their human kindness 

The city a hologram out of Musk’s Eye™️

Sharing our name with the semblance of oatmeal, remembering for the business of hibiscus. It’s not as if I don’t want to say sky leaf, high staples, the charcoal nights of London. The bars are still apparently ours, a sensibility measured by flood vibe. Names of boats.

I can’t listen to music it’s all ships. The pillow faults of true music. Soundcloud was a planet. Salad Daze. Salad translates leaf array, a contour irrealism, swarm economics, morbid blonde. Wafer arrangements of transistor radio. 

A feedback loop of the dark. The edifice of gelatine.

Time goes off like a triangle. 

Photoelastic buoyancy; saline; bone; lime. 

Nearby they are sleeping so I am the night elf 

I miss tinsel I want so much tinsel I want Porphyria’s Lover erotica tinsel I want to be metaversed into the scintillant realm of tinsel a mass effect class tinsel I want blonde tinsel a gold physiology I want reddish the trad version tinsel ikr 

Silvering with these destroyer lawyers 

What was the original chipmunk music? 

tinsellllllllllllllling total tinsel insensate a hard sell 🙂

I sue you! 

Remember the xmas we listened to psychology podcasts as we hung gold baubles on the natural tree I wept in the eighties before sun lamps were invented 

Remember me, I was a product 

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