Hello friends,

This summer, I'm planning to quit my job and record an album for you all. Any canned goods or used books are appreciated. This is a new song about absence after the armageddon.


Cautionary Tale

Oh. (tends to react) Like sprained. (cracked face)
The wrist of a robber, the father, the sewers, and the drains.

Oh. (actually) Hurry. (hurry!)
Meet me in silence and fill up your pockets full of grain.
And never mind the rain.

All the good people, living a life with this holy ghost.
Who never lies, never lies, never rose.

Bellies and cranes. Again.
The look of a liar spread fire so quickly through the mains.

Crows. Windows. Ratios! Port holes. Snow.
Believe us. Defeat us.
And split up the cocaine into veins.
And never mind the pain.

All the good people, living a life with this holy ghost.
Who never lies, never lies, never rose.