I think too much “self-care” is dangerous. Not because its harmful in the immediate sense of the word, but its possible that ritual brings repression in a person. Not everything you’re looking for is in the earth, or in a book someone else wrote teaching you how to read signs, or dissect some cool philosophy.
They’ve warned me about the clinging witch vibrating in colors. You eat that shit like acid, you’re gone for good momma, you-me, I-you. So burst, watch the cattle dazzle themselves at the food troughs of their abhorrent America.
The brand new song is aiming to provide motion, flowering in lush, somewhat fantastical sounds. It uses texture to invoke nature. The sounds jump out of the speakers, creating a dynamic that is not flat but bubbling.
Open Channel music has been resting behind the scene for the last two years. Today, on new music Friday, the waiting is over. Together with my old friend Adam Stolz, […]
Familiarity is cool, but it’ll turn your edge into a low energy baboon. But if you do it wearing a giant rat-tail who whispers sweet young ideals in your ear, its can be glorious for a moment.
As soon as I got out of the car, the smell of smoke, porch laughter, and music engulfed my body. A sensory tingle, the invisible lizard came out of his shelter and crawled up the back of my neck; that orgasmic feeling which props up your follicles for a second.
The mind is a daydream of graffiti, fruiting like sex spawning the fawn. The paradox of you dresses and walks, exists, talks and sends signals. The occurring evolution in us all is the throwback of our original animal language.
You were here before the snowman, you should run with those FEATHERS. I heard you scream so softly, echoing my name in lovely. Before you cast the judgements, see the stars above your apartment. You should run with those FEATHERS.