drift from beautyqueen by goodnight, moon

wrote this one at sonic one early morning. the sun was black and bled thick puss from a hole in its side. me and anwar drained it into our cups and drank it heartily, ingesting a dark power that perambulated through us and out our mouths onto stale crumpled paper. pretty much we were just really fucking hungry and tired, and sometimes hunger creates something in our bellies. besides acid.

Born from the late Antigone shortly after her suicide, the first night i slept i dreamed of my own future death. It was beautiful and frightening and she came back for me in the end. Alas---too late to stuff the bones back in the skin; to sing life where blood should be is quite risky business.