abstractions and digital releases →
cloggy messes needed to be stabbed by a sharp fine point, direct to the center of the problem, and a dagger-will will do best soren once said purity of heart is to will one thing yet even though willing is a fluid motion the forces get stronger when the void is deep a vacuum to suck the marrows of nonsense to digest all that is unobserved by the ignorant and better yet gag all that is...
entering the 5th has never been this easy
bury that shit because its dead and cold i love both, but i can forget why im here
habits spoil me with sound and I can’t think of anything better to spoil me with
i don’t want to change
“how do you block off the rest of the world” just like smoking this cigarette
i can see your snow trodden feet grasp your babushka’s plow. walking amongst the true nature of white trees and barky eyes staring into you with disarming intensity and silver crested larks chirping a reminding song for you- stray not away form your first sleeve precious babe, your finest silk is woven in the past each day i see the repetition of strange eyes and in each green...
Standards kept Eyes closed
When routine bites hard
the reptillian overlords created this music to control you 2 minutes ago ·...
Jakin is a habit
by any means necessary making it feel wrong
tanushasnips: Its 2:28pm on a Saturday afternoon. I feel anxiety in my chest. My last minute packing habits saved me from emotional goodbyes. Enveloped in a creamy froth the coffee is reminding me of my senses. Subtly burning my tongue. I’ll miss your lips and how they slightly part with pleasure. Until we meet again sweet darling, do not wallow, color these humid streets with my perspective....
we’ll do this for the rest of our lives
there’s a screaming layer subdued by my skin boiling the hot brew of my blood when misunderstandings of pink skullputty corrodes in the sound of salvaged goods- amassed by parental advice, the codes of all things correct or at least shouldbe’s before i grow, i admit that heritage is a form of age wrinkling in the crumpled blanketed messes of time so that each crease becomes...
midnight cicadas HABITS
I embraced the summer dawn. Nothing yet stirred on the face of the palaces. The water is dead. The shadows still camped in the woodland road. I walked, waking quick warm breaths, and gems looked on, and wings rose without a sound. The first venture was, in a path already filled with fresh, pale gleams, a flower who told me her name. I laughed at the blond wasserfall that tousled through the...
its better to be better One For Dimlite by Illum Sphere
Four Tet - Nothing To See (8.49) by Soul Jazz Records my oh my
it doesn’t matter what you want if you don’t really want it.
Futbol gods love US
sneak peak for Habits upcoming EP- Try Angles
Large doses of attraction In small windows of time Leading to a shared pulse
This could be very easy If things don’t get heavy
With a view of my home town I’m just a visitor And I love what’s right in front of me