pulse1done/ passengerALEPH in black sails or the suspension of an ancient dreamer
ambrosia and roses I'll dream your names on gravestones furs and cats in core kisses black and mine wine to bread in eden's vine angel time memories of sick six sex coptic feathers and their trust must to done one to suns to more processions meta and their tronics angels and their liquid veins visions full of sonic youth and pope the liar lays in fields of dripping roses you thiefer of venus listen to your words your thorn