plywood smells and citrus blistered fingertips. we ate so many oranges that winter I thought we'd be the sun.
red crush velvet, an inky black stage, and did they know that we were sipping something heavy in the parking lot?
a man named Paul ran wires down our backs, and we painted our faces in hot lights.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 11:35 PM UTC
plywood smells and citrus blistered fingertips. we ate so many oranges that winter I thought we'd be the sun.
red crush velvet, an inky black stage, and did they know that we were sipping something heavy in the parking lot?
a man named Paul ran wires down our backs, and we painted our faces in hot lights.
