MONTAGE w/ tibslc, tender tantrum & Valeska

ur breath has a weird shiver to it tonight, there is someone plucking ur vocal cords to a melody so familiar. the head on ur shoulders sinks to the side. It’s strange that the landscape in which u have been placed seems to seduce u while being so terribly threatening. But all that is not really concerning u right now, wrapped in the thinnest layers of video skin, films of oily machine dreams contain u and u hum. Let these soundcollages twist ur listening habits to a thick thread, hand woven everydays interlock. There is a common clarity to them, it’s a clarity that makes water projectiles shoot out of ur teargland. There is a dust speck that fell onto ur eyelash, there is a horizon that ur pulsating eardrum tries to settle on. Here is an incomplete scene for ur breath to return to.