To B. by anatole anatole anatole

i saw you when i looked in the mirror
concentric circles with you in the center
i want the snow to fall forever
but i know you'll get on the plane
things will be the same, it's whatever
i can take care of myself
all by myself
tell you about the books that i've read
sharing without a queen-sized bed
my brain is leaking outside bloody
i'll miss the look of you holding teddy
"To B." - is nothing, just a substitute for the universe
it's a curse to be in this place
without your cute face

bipedal nervous thing
knocked down to all fours
drowning in yr anxious beauty
my oxygen is the breath of a wolf
insert yrself into the core of my being

i saw you when i looked in the mirror
concentric circles with you in the center
clones of the vampire, bones of the dog
i want everyone to be the same
urban decay smothered in buttercups
they will try to trim you out
i'll kill them all, i'll make you sprout
i dont need a new persona, yr my other half
which implies alterity, when you're inside of me
traces of difference that i cant erase
the other side of identity i don't want displaced

individualities spun together, interspersed
introjecting each other, beyond our comprehension
we will never be One, we will never converge
parallel lines that will never meet
we're used to impossible fantasies we wont stop desiring

a plenitude of poison in my body and you've started sucking out the venom and spitting out syrup
i know you've covered the earth because i am on top of the world

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