while i was sleep texting i emailed this to myself
Remembering late night rooftop foxhole prayers spit into the sky, bleed a little, hair and snot and tears maybe for the city to keep me safe for another fifth of a century the cool cold air and streetnoise below the silent stoic stars above I can feel close around me if I stay still enough I see now the cement of faith I was regurgitated and cast out in order for this miraculous heart to keep on...
a noble, subtle task →
I sometimes worry that everything is so shit, there must be something AMAZING...– DJ Harvey (http://www.residentadvisor.net/feature.aspx?1090 via pixelives)
birds on wire →