after Maxime Garcia Diaz after Allen Ginsberg
L'Esprit Saint (1965), Jane Graverol
corrupted cornucopia
I made out with this tall, blonde person
for what felt like an eternity
I could feel their erection pressing against my stomach,
I touched the skin covering their abs with the tip of my nails
and they shivered,
gently pushing me away.
After all that I walked home
with a head full of drunken promises
that neither of us could keep.
for what felt like an eternity
I could feel their erection pressing against my stomach,
I touched the skin covering their abs with the tip of my nails
and they shivered,
gently pushing me away.
After all that I walked home
with a head full of drunken promises
that neither of us could keep.
Drugs, suck it up, like vanilla icies
At my apartment I asked a girl to enter me with her fingers and I became very self aware of my accent and I told her that but she didn’t say anything and I remembered she told me she didn’t like to talk during sex, which is a pity, because I’m very funny when I’m nervous
I write stories about non-binary people
and it always ends bad for one of them
It actually ends bad for the both of them
But one always seems to accept their fate
That makes it less sad, I tell myself
What do you think that means?
How do you think I see myself?
My community?
and it always ends bad for one of them
It actually ends bad for the both of them
But one always seems to accept their fate
That makes it less sad, I tell myself
What do you think that means?
How do you think I see myself?
My community?
Don't treat me rough, treat me really niceys
I’m at the theatre and I’m locking eyes with anyone I see
What do you think that means?
How do you think you see me?
What do you think that means?
How do you think you see me?
Decorate my neck, diamantes ices
i live close to a train station
so she stayed over
had to catch a train early in the morning
wasn’t going to touch me
did it anyway
my whole body asked her to
almost begged
friends asked if i was going to write about her
first time anyone ever wanted to know
i already did, i said
What does that say about me? i didn’t ask
so she stayed over
had to catch a train early in the morning
wasn’t going to touch me
did it anyway
my whole body asked her to
almost begged
friends asked if i was going to write about her
first time anyone ever wanted to know
i already did, i said
What does that say about me? i didn’t ask
Your eyes hide an interior world
no one ever visited
you didn’t cross your own rivers of existence
barely touched your cornucopia
while i live and breathe in mine
it’s feeling lonely lately,
in its iridescent coral confinement
a theory of abundance only holds its right to exist
due to scarcity.
What do you think,
if one ceases, the other can prevail?
no one ever visited
you didn’t cross your own rivers of existence
barely touched your cornucopia
while i live and breathe in mine
it’s feeling lonely lately,
in its iridescent coral confinement
a theory of abundance only holds its right to exist
due to scarcity.
What do you think,
if one ceases, the other can prevail?
Why, come on, come on
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, yeah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, yeah
A friend once told me
“I don’t think I am made for this,
I always fall in love”
I know, I said
(and in my head I grabbed her two hands)
It’s a nice two weeks of feeling that way
and then you remember
this too shall pass, I said
And we smiled in recognition
“I don’t think I am made for this,
I always fall in love”
I know, I said
(and in my head I grabbed her two hands)
It’s a nice two weeks of feeling that way
and then you remember
this too shall pass, I said
And we smiled in recognition
Come on baby let’s ride
We can escape to the great sunshine
We made it out to the other side
We made it out to the other side
- Cola, Lana Del Rey
We can escape to the great sunshine
We made it out to the other side
We made it out to the other side
- Cola, Lana Del Rey