Lover of plants, glitter, books, art, and science fiction.
Played 86 times
not about angels // birdy
have no idea.
of your soul.
you once said
and freezing cold
Little baby succulents & their big brothers and sisters!
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First Track on Incongruent: “I Fucking Love Science.” I think this will also be the first music video…if all goes according to plan.
Obviously, this is the explicit version. If you like it please share! And high five to Rob Scallon for that SICK DRUM SOLO!
God I’m excited about this.
Hank, this is freaking fantastic. My ears want to grow mouths so they can shout about how good of a song this is.
under general conditions of humidity. Try to remember
it has nothing to do with love
or grief. This is the consolation of philosophy:
it’s out of our hands. The business of bars
and stores, our separate beds, the garbaged
offices of alleyways, is aging. It sighs
in the blood like salt, slows us, and is why
our hearts are heaviest on the moment
of waking: the weight we ferry, the fright,
the long vowel opening at the centre
of a consonant world that draws the hurt up,
an empty bowl, while history’s rebar is replaced
and a species coughs its lungs out
in another room. Private lives of insects
and the single notes that move them, hard-won
courage of raccoon and crow who eat our garbage
and hate us, are foreclosed. We are lonely. We
are here. Inside a vestigial swimmer bears
memory like the phantom pain of when the earth
was new and we were a promise in the sex
of its making, its heat and pools. Cells’ random
liquid birth. In the molecular ache of land
as it cooled, when, before tears, before
property, it rained for more than a million years.
‘Nope. Sometimes I’m asleep.’
breakfast this morning served in the bath
For Every Flower Forced To Bloom, 2013
digital film stills