I wanna drag ‘em by their long hair and peel up their eyes, wake them from their empty dreams.
Speed up the pulse, wake up the ghost, distant to the sleepy soul scream.. -Change in Your Veins, Los Growlers
Name the first thing that comes
to mind: salt. It’s like the mind,
or universe in barely-tangible,
viscous form. Still a tease, yet
refreshing, take a dive… Sweet,
deep coldness, what else are
you hiding from us? Standing
over some bleached cliff, ribbed
with veins, breathing your favorite
of the four winds… Why are all
of the planes disappearing, why
is everything so lost to the ocean…?