New Order - temptation (7” version)
what even is sleep? I can’t count the hours I’ve been awake any more.
everything is words and bliss and this song.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH
a wonderful/revolting pop-dance catastrophe for one of my favourite ladies.
you lot! get dancing!!
me: it’s Canberra, it’s like a DISCO KITCHEN!
nathania: I CAN VOUCH FOR THAT.
hello, friday.
words
words have been slow, and absent
sticky, perhaps
or not even
ideas are sticky: a pastiche of desire that I am unable to assemble.
… so I’ve been crying less. but I’m adjusting to new meds like that arc in a hungover morning (which is actually the afternoon), when you crave some kind of sustenance which couldn’t possibly be food (because: your stomach) and is probably ‘life’, and so you eat hash browns.
—spacey—
not in an overwhelming way. just … I don’t get most things done. and, like, I hardly care.
I’ve feathers and sequins and a few good friends and, when my nails are dry, I can crawl back into bed and listen to Lou Reed until sometime later tonight. when Will and I are going into public to dudewatch and be awesome.
Talking Heads - this must be the place (naive melody)
someone dropped this at a party I was at the other night, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t even me.
I hardly remember … I was either standing in the hallway, disengaged from whatever conversation I was having and—nonchalantly—mouthing the words (like the trendiest of mad hipsters); or going wild for it on the makeshift dance floor (like an attack of rad).
from my uncertainty, I can only suppose it was the latter.
best.
Robert Smith face. (co- Nathania.) I’m not in love. end me.
