the soft lock clicks
like a throat clearing
in the apartment below
& i think, again,
of the dog i almost named after my last mistake
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plastic blinds slice the sun
into manageable portions,
my hand forgets how to write your name—
but now how it felt
to spell it out in voicemail static
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how many small gods
live in the hum of the fridge?
i pray to each one
with mismatched socks
& a receipt for a sandwich
i didnt finish
#3 😭😭
#7 :)
I have stolen over 256 box cutters from my place of employment soon place of unemployment
#10
yo wdf r we talm bout in the title
I have listened to it now. Love those thick drums
Drums are super in your face and crispy. The contrast on this track is cool asf
Don't have an opportunity to listen rn, but holy crap I love the lyrics/poem
less raw, added a drum solo
might be a little too raw but I still really like the idea
<3
woah this is crazy how raw the sounds are on this