heaven is a void between load screens

rippling and citrusy

the less of it

hands at ten and two

heaven is a void between load screens

sound of ice, sound of crows, sound of toads, delightful

against a miraculous backdrop

criss cross applesauce, right in the stream of the amp

surreal, heat-bent summer

walls are humming

secret dark art happening

paint thinner punch from a styrofoam cup

I wanna damage a windshield in the parking lot

dancing bodies would vanish

drink straight from the champagne fountain, yes, now, and more

with just the faintest lick of flame

last night I dreamed of partying