june 2021
grouper cover, listen on headphones
talking parts march 2020, clarice lispector
there is a little bit of isadore's voice at the beginning
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headache (cover for jenna)

drywall, tunnel dream

rock wall

february 2018


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at 2am i dreamt of u
in the dream i was someone new
and i guess u were too

in the dream u said to me
it would be ok w me
if u moved on from me

wet dream

july 2018 i'm making it up as i go along


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i will drive to you at night
on a highway in the dark
i will listen to nothing but the sound
of the road in my head

and it happens almost out of habit
kissing you like i dont know what

and i promise to get better
at getting up in the morning
at looking in the mirror
talking to myself like i am real

habit (on pat's guitar)

february 2018

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i feel the heat from the stove
we take off our clothes

we get so cold
in the glow

from the moon 
rising over u

+ if u go outside tonite u will see 
yr love for me is like the mooooooooon

the heat

april 2019
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are you feeling the heartbeat of the car, the slick road
in this rain i am gonna find the center of our body
i am press into you

i am the least sexy thing which is the 57 bus on tuesday 8am 
when it’s damp and both of us can see the texture of our own eyes
the sky here make you see

the little snakes and spiders in them the threads of light or clouds like
the likeness like the gentle kids you saw that day on the 57 
sleeping into each other while the sun from the window
the sun from the window the sun from the window
comes in and the sun from the window

i can feel your engine all over me
i can feel how it’s something starting

57 bus

october 2018

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i am in the desert mopping up the water
lying in the yard until u wanna wash me down

+the bugs in the sand
make a sound when they land

u are in the city looking in the mirror
taking pictures of urself to prove tht ur still here

+the snow toward the ground
doesn't make a sound

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words november 2016
music december 2019
speaking words by david w

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stumbled across an egg yesterday it was sitting on the pavement
very still not like it could fly away like maybe it could walk
heard knocking, a little peep

to the light again but we've always got to go back to darkness
to the light again but so very tired

stumbled across a room yesterday couldnt walk either 
not without that shell holding me in and 
crushed the egg below my feet and 
it made no sound was very sweet and

eggs, shells

july 2020

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we leave our bodies in the bathroom gargling salt
i spit on my hand to make it easier 
to dig into my ribcage which is where we’re going

you’re turning into a sky 		
look at yourself from up there 	
panting+sweating+sticky, pretending to be able to cry
look at how your body turns into leftover salt


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"when i put my hands on your body on your flesh i feel the history of that body. not just the beginning of its forming in that distant lake but all the way beyond its ending. i feel the warmth and texture and simultaneously i see the flesh unwrap from the layers of fat and disappear. i see the fat disappear from the muscle. i see the muscle disappearing from around the organs and detaching itself from the bones. i see the organs gradually fade into transparency leaving a gleaming skeleton gleaming like ivory that slowly resolves until it becomes dust. i am consumed in the sense of your weight the way your flesh occupies momentary space the fullness of it beneath my palms. i am amazed at how perfectly your body fits to the curves of my hands. if i could attach our blood vessels so we could become each other i would. if i could attach our blood vessels in order to anchor you to the earth to this present time i would. if i could open up your body and slip inside your skin and look out your eyes and forever have my lips fused with yours i would. it makes me weep to feel the history of your flesh beneath my hands in a time of so much loss. it makes me weep to feel the movement of your flesh beneath my palms as you twist and turn over to one side to create a series of gestures to reach up around my neck to draw me nearer. all these moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain." (david wojnarowicz 1987)

salt

i stopped at a gas station in an alternate dimension

alls

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