Open up the screen and crawl in and dream, the dark rooms, the synthesizer scene coated in the texture of the 1980′s, synonymous with the anonymous and the blank stares… Read more…
Long days and weeks that feel like years and pie charts shaped like squares and the drone of the droning and the yellow mustard stain of the pie shaped wear… Read more…
And the cymbal rattles in style like the sun flashes her eye lashes and the synthesizer quirks and I stop and think it works and can this be the same… Read more…
And the rain continues and February does what she does and the sun she dances in and out like a cricket popping in the corner and the light she provides… Read more…
If the clouds are looming too close overhead or the drops of rain are leaving you soaking wet, you can turn your skittish shuffle into a confident strut and slow… Read more…
I would like to be bopping down the street dodging the cracks that break your mother’s back, past the graffiti, past the Coca Cola trash. The rattle of the crawling… Read more…
This makes me feel free like water splashed on my tongue from the hose, feeling loose like the splash of the Sunday sun warming my nose and I’m carefree and… Read more…
And the clouds cleared and the sun looked down lazily heating the day casually and we find ourselves on a Saturday strumming melodies, bah da buh, bah da buh, bah… Read more…
Uh yes! Make me move I want to move, skip skip it’s the beats that bounce the bricks and the perfect tongue holding the perfect wit. I can feel the… Read more…