Adriene Crimson

it’s as if last november were still hereon the way to the cove of memoryto process a finished loveand feed the intertidal life air: merely coldlight: x-rays into my longingness then the tears came with no controlthe tears now are less tho sourced similarly then: survival modeinnards exposed without interpretation or understanding now:the girl with [...]

oh to have been that photographer.

This is my first blog on a real blogsite. yipee. I feel a bit sheepish actually. Blogging is such an exhibitionist act and I’m, well, I’m a shy exhibitionist. Listen to Pinback’s new album Summer in Abbadon (Ab-a-don not A-bad-don) as it’s truly a masterpiece in music and lyrics. I can’t stop hearing it in [...]