Fat White Family- Complete set / SXSW Hotel Vegas 2014

“notes on why leaves must have their comeback”

the oceans leap
from hot to naked
divinity stays at the lake

i so
went clean

when u gonna leave
the burning lie
the bong drinking smokers
a death poem for cutie

something is linking your mind
2 my atlas
u can be: the sunset
on tourism
on vast pale panels
the flaring care curve
of amerikan thighs

hold october
with a credit card
&
act out
the entire shogun haircut
{mountain based with clean bangs}
livetweet a razor for true blood
spelled-out as i c e

“Beyond The Wall Of Sleep”

all heads:
water

visible
& sexy

a shoe in each hand
sponsored


politics in 72
lick dick

angela 4 president


modern art
pee
so
important
it’s kept in a cup

i dreamed
a nameless junkie was after me
i was all
katy western wear
with lasso hands & cinnamon hair

u where
in el nasty club
a paper doll made simple-
no need for eyes

first batch of pics from washington DC

http://bookofnina.tumblr.com/post/129041728664/tried-feeling-alive-this-weekend-by-breaking-out

"WE'RE"

turning over
another sharp wing
only to read ,
‘is the dead swing happy?’

we sit
inside
a bird’s tear

snap open
tricks of light

fall
in love

with salt


-

u can’t see me now
my hips are failing
and the oracles see
tips of heaven being gathered
just for angels to
grenade

-

this is so mixed up
like
drunk dials
are the guts
on your lawn

-

doused and devoted in the nights of nod
river boy
u dropped your snuff bullet in the parking garage


-

our private joke is

'pray to poseidon from the glory couch’



listen
soft chorus sounds

then
miles of highway

to
a party in bloom
you try to
drag out the first move
so that it is
permanently spooky

concrete in the periphery and then
these kids fire-escape someone
as

violent
ribbons

&

the whole feeling
an oil spill in the grid

it
benadryls us

&
i trace your smile ;
it’s like a constellation

" "

augmented reality:
all signs stuck to velcro & we’re listening to autopsy -
“dark like a subreddit” / all exits locked.
we call in transfusions. to the blood park.
wake up at a funeral.
your T-shirt says, GO ENTROPY!
blood vessels and stars leak into our car-jack video.
we steal light from alien trees, walk into vine/wine hour.
what the hell is a vine, anyway? the valve of a door?
radiation. the universe faking its own story.
reincarnation makes me tired. the bartender
is blowing up twitter with his cock tail science.
here’s to
short conversations @ high tables,
bruises identified on a bar stool, and
and seeing beneath the crowd.

“i’m dressed as victim chic, playing vision quest by myself in the dead arcade of the dead mall.”

waiting on u, with my heroin affliction. are we in a movie? brown dogs run
unleashed thru the theater. i have med checks in my pockets, i don’t know
what for. a resurrection failed. was i suppose to meet u here,
or at my apartment? i want to walk home but i can’t google it. i want to
go home and change into an angel so you can murder me with just
your mouth. like out in some field Cain is listening to no one. the girl that
lives in the apartment next to me, has two kittens named Risperdal & Ritalin.
our roof-top garden smells like panama and tonite is so temporary.
i dare u to sleep here and play quest in my mouth. let’s go out.

the beautiful streets
look
like mirrors.