respect from perfect visuals by anatole anatole anatole

the particles are flying through
it’s off the porcelain hinges
we can’t afford it
until next summer, my favorite Christmas

you will taste my skill and like it
I will be your thrill and struggle

stop the riots, streets are too bloody
my voyeuristic promontory
the knuckles are scraping and bone
leave well enough alone

you will taste my absence and miss it
I will be your next thought in kisses

harmless fantasies give me joy

you will bite my cock out and hate it
I will be your killer and hate it

the cat is outside, mirror facing away
rape fantasy cumshot blow-off

• Experimental
• amateur
• drones from hole
• drones from piano
• lo-fi
• Nashville