Jun. 21st, 2024

setsuled: (Louise Smirk)


Another new Chrystabell and David Lynch song. Like the previous, it seems fixated on a sort of ethereal, relentless love. Listening to the songs, I'm compelled to expand the statement "God is love" to "God is alien ghost love." I keep thinking of "Eternal Love" from the Thief of Bagdad soundtrack.



X Sonnet #1855

The second hand was something slightly worn.
Presumptive shame condensed the statement flat.
You know the way the human need was born.
But sugar flows where buttocks gather fat.
With thirty minutes down, the night concludes.
But nights regain their lives above the grave.
Successful gerunds clog the pit with prudes.
No ending game arrives when players save.
The work began to raise a bony house.
For cooking jobs, the toaster grew an arm.
A thousand tales were kept beneath the blouse.
Expansive tallies skipped the thought of harm.
Relentless strides conduct the vagabond.
A thousand greedy eyes behold La Ronde.

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