Shattered Verbs
Sweet static crush
drones dissonant,
rush through the silence
considerate in violence.
Strings torn to screams,
dread wings about a locus
while gentle lips
whisper wonder
in ecstatic phrases.
Sweet static crush
drones dissonant,
rush through the silence
considerate in violence.
Strings torn to screams,
dread wings about a locus
while gentle lips
whisper wonder
in ecstatic phrases.
… on Netflix.
This makes day three that I can’t get the Stars Channel theme out of my head.
I think I’d prefer the apocalypse.
I found it interesting and somewhat funny that all the middle-aged ladies at the bead shop last weekend were giggling/swooning over Michael Bublé.
But filling my Facebook feed with it is going too far…