freeze fears the toes: a semi-love song

teach me your magic
(please please oh please)
there’s nothing i’d like better.
teach me the mysteries of the world
and how to knit a sweater.

teach me how your kisses
touch the intangible soul
and let me trace your neck
where your constellations make a mole.

let me connect your dots
and learn to trace your frown
and only let me sing you songs
when there’s nobody else around

teach me how your puzzle
fits together to make a heart
and let me work the jigsaw
let me be your missing part

teach me how your eyelids
draw maps with just a blink.
and teach me how follow them
‘cause I know less than I think.

teach me how your key
fits just-so into my lock
(it’s such a strange sensation
like re-learning how to walk)

and teach me how your parentheses
always form a smile
for just one paragraph of yours
i’d walk so many miles

you fascinate me!

Our children may be like apathetic fish. Except that apathetic fish don't play the guitar.
(Kurt Vonnegut)




All writing is pigshit.
(Artaud)



The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.
(George Bernard Shaw)



My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music.
(Vladimir Nabakov)



At some point, the monster takes over.
(Thom Yorke)



I no longer limit myself.
(Karlheinz Stockhausen)

i see so many

little boys I wanna marry