The Winks sing birds on the cover of terminal city.

Nina Hagen sings butterflies in an interview in Bust mag.

and brains explode five times a day in St. Henri,
between the tracks and the highway.

strings thin in comunicato

like balding minds.

let me write my novella;
how i survived five weeks on 50bucks.
with seeing The Evaporators, so dear to my heart.
while my roomate rakes it in with an empowered split fear

skin flakes walk the tightrope