I've waited so long... and i hate it.
I've waited so long... and i hate it.
Not feeling this album as much as the previous but this is killer.
'hunched over the greasy
burner on the stove
was noir, as in
film noir, as in
cauchemar,
as in le nuit
not blanche but
noir, the dream you can’t
wake up from, meaning she
was a mouse fatale,
licking the old oil
glued to the old
cooktop, feasting
in her tiny hunched-up
sewer life
on fats & proteins for her
bébés all atremble in their
rotting poubel nest,
so when I screamed my piercing
Anglo-Imperial scream of
horror & betrayal—
not my stove, not my traces of
pot au feu—
she leaped, balletic, over
the sink, the fridge, the lave-vaiselle,
& back to the cave & the trash she
scuttled, grim as a witch
in La Fontaine
who has to learn
the lesson we
all must learn:
Reality is always sterner
than pleasures of the nighttime burner.'
Paris Mouse
Things i've enjoyed in the month of January:
Matt Holubowski's Solitudes:
Dark:
Jon Hollins' The Dragon Lords: Fool's Gold:
My review went a little (exactly) like this:
"Lette...
"
4.5/5
Just kind of living in Joanie Clothing's Avid Readers Club sweatshirt:
As evidenced here:
King Arthur: Legend of the Sword:
King Arthur: Legend of the Sword:
Overwrought and silly, just how i like my fantasy.
Chet Baker Sings:
Winter looking like actual winter:
Taken years ago because... i'm lazy and genuinely physically intolerant to the cold. 'Sup Raynaud's Disease, you suck.
And my own personal moon:
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