Ex MACHINA breathcirculating scratches are itching tyrannosaurus skinned teddies - between Dea’s legs and under her pillow. and while Rob Ray refused to play as full of scorpions is his mind. and while you’re missing your penguin girl, MY MENA nostrils will be stuck on my whiskey glass, strengthening testosterona to dance in the smoke swaths, tinkling piano keys, vibrating in the cobwebs of violence, my heart a beat, leading to my childhood SWEAVEN - o where art though? solve me solve me, SALVE, is it me you’re looking for?
