drawn to produce an uneven gait,
try more again
so and so and like it could. by lsd
and like that, at rebirth. by lsd
drawn to produce an uneven gait,
try more again
so and so and like it could. by lsd
and like that, at rebirth. by lsd
braun.
nagra.
your mom’s picnic basket.
these are some of the things the ever-ingenious swedes at teenage engineering told us they thought about when making these speakers. playful accents throughout.
a timely addition to the smokey summer to come!
that’s not brautwurst and mergez you’re smelling, it’s miles of canadian black spruce burning to a crisp and sauntering down to burn your eyes and choke your cats. i don’t buy into urban outdoors activities as it stands, unless it’s a bistrot in paris or a brownstone stoop back in 2014 with a box of sunrise mart sashimi in my claws. i’ll bike home and strengthen my lungs as i look forward to blasting “all the things she said” on my 7.2. surround array of ob-4s with the windows open. clapping for the essential workers and yelling “hate has no home here” and “what’s your number, sweetheart” to every cutie that walks by.
ob-4 speakers, check it out! by lsd
made such, fine wrist – explosive jowl.
in jest, it is yours.
i make it my own. by lsd
and like that, along the shore. by lsd
many still – it is tempest buzzards that quiet me
making in the sky a flag of the end to come. so,
i let them pass. and i keep going.
and like that, at rebirth. by lsd
no jewel too soft, granite so brittle.
crumble in and fall out –
new ways to bring out the sun.
and like that, at rebirth. by lsd
rot – yearn, rotten trunk.
then, no further. bone, ashes, and the rest.
you have wilted and i take the place.
and like that, at rebirth. by lsd
primed,
left alone since – held bound
and like that, at rebirth.by lsd
i’ve broken no sweetness –
it is tender when it is pure.
hold them such, as well you might
and like that, along the shore. by lsd
all forever – growths breaking soil like flesh
burnt lips like blooming
and like that, at rebirth. by lsd
preen – late turn toward dusk
under those same willows
that pry prairie petals upon morning dew
and like that, along the shore. by lsd
in return –
trembling room and wild licks,
hums throughout the house
and like that, at rebirth. by lsd
fear not – froth too,
water too, you’re all accountable now
and like that, along the shore. by lsd