I stare into your eyes like I stare into the void the void is my eyes the void is your eyes the void is the distance between us, which we transgress.
All posts by tesscullen
not seed bed, but hits the issues, seedbed is more intense, I have wanted for years to re enact it
legendary pink dots “it’s only fair because I love pumping into you”
it all seems half open, broken, cut away, dirty and hollow.
but somewhere tucked against the edges of cracked buildings
it is taking place
I like what I see to be real, or to be my idea of what is real
All resistance is a rupture with what is. And every rupture begins, for those engaged in it, through a rupture with oneself.
you speak, out, the word beauty, from your lips as substance
and substance the experience, experience the liftwhen you say you call the void beautiful
you call it’s force into your mouthyou sing its song
you taste it, in all its ingoing heaving,terror.
rename.
there are those moments when you are not there, when there is nothing at all to lift you, to elevate you, move you, and you turn, inward; sour or outward, grasping and fumbling, perhaps it is better to wallow for a moment in the soft misery, biding your time patiently, in wait of the next chord, the next light, the next sublime human interaction, which will sweep you into it with all of its force. Just wait. And remember.
I remember, I want you to make me feel like that
