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Saltkin - Purity Ring

There’s a cult, there’s a cult inside of me
Form a salt, sprinkle it around me
There’s a cult, there’s a cult inside of me
Form a salt, sprinkle it around me

Sleep is a welcome gadget
In our head bow hood
The crawling animals will seek
All things warm, all things moist
And I will relentlessly shame myself
In rest in wake in front of
My truly born beloved
For here I lie in wait
Hush little heart

Still my sweating lips
Wield my starving hips
There’s a cult, there’s a cult inside of me
Form a salt, sprinkle it around me

Into a bright bound sea surrounded fury
Our bodies will return
Into a bright bound sea surrounded fury 
Our bodies will return
Into a bright bound sea surrounded fury 
Our bodies will return

The creeper’s blood is seeping
From this undead wooden headed-board
Varnish my forehead red in evenings
Drip down over my jowls
Bid them writhe and sprout their
Heavy feathers lift my drooping head

There’s a cult, there’s a cult inside of me
Form a salt, sprinkle it around me

Into a bright bound sea surrounded fury 
Our bodies will return
Into a bright bound sea surrounded fury 
Our bodies will return
Into a bright bound sea surrounded fury 
Our bodies will return

There’s a cult, there’s a cult inside of me
Form a salt, sprinkle it around me
There’s a cult, there’s a cult inside of me
Form a salt, sprinkle it around me

lohrien:

Illustrations by Florian Nicolle

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Casa del Infinito by Alberto Campo Baeza.

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lulufrost:

Keep your eyes on the prize

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Keep your eyes on the prize

Conor Oberst - You Are Your Mother’s Child

When the full moon falls

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Fiji Mermaid - mewithoutYou

Stitch up the nets, but the patch won’t stay
As the nail beds rest in the calico hay
The Fiji Mermaid dressed in macrame’s wading
Road in the fork and a bend i
n the spoon
The turn cut short as a shadow at noon
Melting like wax as that once full moon’s waning
Ersatz acts, an insufferable bore
And the sharp shot’s as dull as a harlequin’s sword,
When doing as you please doesn’t please you anymore

Stick of the match at the paraffin show
Drop a nickel to watch the asparagus grow
'The stone in what shell?'
You sure’d like to know, now don’t you?

A loom in the heir as the medicine came
To the nest of the mare of the mystery claims
But you’ll miss having someone to blame
For your sadness, now won’t you?

Well, maybe there’ll be a bakery hiring
We’ll knead a little bit of dough to get by
(Groan!)

Did you come knocking on my door
Or did I come to yours?
Did you come knocking on my door
Or did I come to yours?
Did you come knocking on my door
Or did I come to yours? 
Did you come knocking on my door?

Did you come knocking on my door
Or did I come to yours?
And whose ship came washing up my shore,
From what ocean floor?

There wasn’t much to her dress,
and I felt stuck in my body like a horse in quicksand

Did you come knocking on my door?

lohrien:

Illustrations by Paul Lovering