Sometimes you can taste songs echoing in your head, the kind of music that makes you walk differently, fills your eyes up with new-wave colors and animates your hands like sheet music.
Like life is something that gets put into you in doses. You could be my pharmacist.
June 24th is a good day, one you might remember if you lived in it. Some things are like revolving doors always coming back to the axis, sliding doors always meeting again in the middle, swinging doors always turning on one point.
Like life is something lived for and after some date. You could be my June 24th.
Watercolor paintings make pretty splashes of green, blue, pink, yellow, red as they dissolve on rainy pavement. They take the meaning of their whole and break into pieces of color, pulp and beauty on the hard ground.
Like life is something that takes it's color and substance from diffraction. You could be the one who destroyed into me color.
Like Life is a friend who walks beside you, pointing to colors and humming you songs, laughing in the rain that clings to your eyelashes, glass beads that left the papers in soft pieces.
New-Wave Part I: Life
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the picture at the top makes me think of "in lieu of popping out of the woodwork." if that makes any sense.
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