i'm tired

bonus points if you throw them in something really low stakes afterwards and it's just totally normal they've been entirely rewritten into something subservient to someone else. like yeah my roommate just does that but they're cool idk who's even pulling the strings but he does the dishes promptly

signing a giant signal in the sky but instead of a fox-logo it's someone slumped in front of a tv

someone says they're going to be all you focus on and your whole world and i'm just nodding more eagerly than the suggestion would even imply

raucous applause and cheering and encouragement

and also, doing that other important part of it, y'know the matching eyes and the cock and

i think it was a little redundant but i might be missing the nuances of the symbolism

fucked up

correct.

i'm just used to choices being assigned by others, y'know? hard to imagine anything else at this point. it was a choice, just -- not in the hands of the direct object/recipient of that decision.

wearing it while locking eye contact with you and scratching out the word "underlying" for "belying" because i'm spinning another collar around my finger and showing off the fangs

it's not a sign of anything, don't worry. yours sure will be when the leash is on, though.

i genuinely think about this a lot; i think it's like a "nails on a chalkboard" sensation to me no matter what it even is

first two are noise rock, last is indie/country (but really good don't get scared off by that. farewell transmission, the opener on magnolia electric co, is basically a perfect song to me)

hearing the ascension was like. why did it take me so long to find this. i love this shit. basically anything in that short lived burst of no wave lives rent free in my head

i think hearing the guitar in early swans and then finding out about glenn branca irrevocably altered my brain and did untold damage to me

lycanroc, incineroar

ohhhhhh that's absolutely peak