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In my dream, you are slippery
My interest grows immediately
You have seaweed between your fingers, lips and limbs
Amphibious, androgynous
Amphibious
Ninety-eight percent water
I try to write love songs
But my words remain in my hands

boadcast - teresa's song (sorrow)
ruth white - evening harmony
else marie pade - lyd & lys
copeland - advice to young girls
claudio rocchi - oh lyra...
su tissue - salon de musique
zdenek liska - music from the film "fruit of paradise" - intro (I took it from YouTube... so i don't know what the actual piece of music is called... sorry!)
moon relay - ////_

Think big, girl, like a king. Think kingsize. Did you learn nothing in America? I've placed four big bananas in my lap.

In New York I don't dream. I always wanted to be less subculturally lonely, but here I see no subculture. No, no future. No big science. No big bananas. But I found no, no future.
I rock the bananas gently, move back and forth. Don't wake them.

What is soft dick rock? Using the elements of dick to create a softer, toned-down sound. I sing to the bananas. The skin is getting thin and brown.

Norway. The girls are pretty. I'm one fourth Danish. If you have a child you better learn how to bake. I beckon the cupcake, the huge capitalist clit. I search the oven, scrub the racks, put my whole head inside, but I just can't find it. It's like looking out the window in there...

I saw what you did underneath the table
Beneath the fine layer of sweat
That encapsulates your hands and face
As if you are my egg
Is that sweat from my body?
My voice turned to milk in your mouth
I gave you words:
The milk was from my breast

In Oslo it's swap and people walk through the city quietly like friendly zombies like a sleeping army a secret rhythm a sudden sticks a slow burning flame of safety lies at the heart, we can feel it, but we cannot find it. In and out between us a thin silver trail of broken glass stitches us to the ground reflecting us cut and ron. The city windows covered with cardboards and wood panels. Oslo Oedipus, I am Oslo Oedipus

nurse with wound - rockette morton part one
annette peacock - butterflies
sheila chandra - not a word in the sky
kaitlyn aurelia smith - labyrinth xi
roy harper - francesca
franco battiato - fetus
anne clark - contact
alice coltrane - er ra

This is a thirst that resembles me
Sparks do find us

How do you smell it?
How do you know?
How do you spell it?
This is a thirst to enter
This is a thirst glazed with honey dew, honey dew