Shitty Foreground On Out Of Tune Baby Grand In A Creepy Basement

when will you come back? (instumental)

"There foIlows a long tunnel: my first
yes is riddled by doubts, love's value is ceaselessly threatened
by depreciation: this is the moment of melancholy
passion, the rising of resentment and of oblation. Yet I
can emerge from this tunnel; I can "surmount," without
liquidating; what I have affirmed a first time, I can once
again affirm, without repeating it, for then what I affirm
is the affirmation, not its contingency: I affirm the first
encounter in its difference, I desire its return, not its
repetition. I say to the other (old or new): Let us begin
again. "

Lamentation

the beginning of a song i started writing but couldn't finish because i sold my piano for cocaine money

Empty Within, Empty Without

𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶’𝔰 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔟𝔢𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 
𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔟𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔢
𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔢𝔰 
𝔰𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔭 
𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔦𝔱
𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔢𝔶𝔢
𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔱 𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤
ℑ 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲
𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔢

Dead Languages, Vaulted Ceilings

"I used to be a teenager but now I am just a bored slut"

Nicole Allison