And finally, after rolling around in blazing sheets for hours, fevers refuse to leave you alone after the miraculous feat of going under because, as it turns out, they produce back-to-back, extraordinarily traumatic dreams.
I think my Lace Curtains tape is finally wearing out. Bums me out, I really love this album.
Sleeping with a black widow over my head
Been shooting a lot but lacking a scanner…
I’ll always know
the back of their head
better than the front,
their width, their gait
against the sun
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