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by Where You Last Left It

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I forgot the camera to photograph your laugh, your cyclical psychic tribe, your lost puppy left to die. I look at the circuits down below your thighs where lost cities rebuild this gargantuan will. The soldering iron is fragile. Generalise the city states. I forgot the equipment. Kill me with a sudden rise of power. Instantaneous in value, it is worth the sorrow. How are you? I am the feedback on your interim report.
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Fuel Gauge 03:06
Altocumulus Standing Lenticularus Altocumulus Castellanus Brume Brume Brume Brume Brume Cirrus Stratus Widespread Dust Funnel Cloud For Your Information Icing in Precipitation Knots Latitude Lifting Brume Lifting Brume Spray Rain Reduce First observation Snow breaks Relation to the short shrift Showers Significant Slight Sea Level Pressure Smoke Small Snowfall Sunset Squall Sunrise Stratus Stable Steady Strong Stations Thick thin through Thick thin temporary Upper Upper Winds Extreme Zulu Extreme Brume Extreme Brume to you
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This means nothing The step-up to the step after Abandonment Follows faster Clichéd disaster This body means nothing Friction burns Grafted to her Embedded in plaster Drowning in something Tethers burn in significance Like this I spread out, harder To attain this state, Accidental something Triggered pathway We only see, we never learn Don’t stumble at a beginning This means nothing unless you think it through Even then it’s up to you I won’t hold your hand, that’s not a clue
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Echopraxia 02:54
You promise me I can trust that when you move me I won't move much. That if you tilt my head sideways You will support me in every way. I won't be in any uncomfortable positions. No muscle cramps. You will make sure I take my meds. You will obscure my face from the camera. I'm losing my grip on trust. It's all I've got. It's no longer enough. You smile and tell me that if I just work at it I'll be worthy of your love. Manhandled, I don't recognise this bad excuse for set decoration. Then, you will make sure to put me back safe. Then, you will induce me to coma.
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Despite their up's and down's, they've know love in their lives even if it's just a memory clutched in the night, even if their lives threaten to overtake their light. Things mightn't be the same but there's gotta be some hope or what's the point? I have to avoid being a fishwife, gutting the whole world whole. I have to stop the world fucking with me recognise some control. I have to write love stories to fill me with what I don't know. I have to hope that someday soon... I have to invent imaginary equals to myself. I have to write love songs to live through someone else. I have to see things through, on paper at least. More and more, these protagonists get more like me.
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there's some sort of flower kinda machine that if used to interrupted what was going to happen here what was going to happen here was that I would talk to you in that voice that you don't like where it's kinda well I'm not really sure because you're all about confidence so what should've happened was that talk but instead we have this machine intruding into our life I mean nobody wanted it who needs to arrange flowers who needs to have flowers in their life all I wanted was this talk with you about our future about where we're going you didn't you didn't seem that interested I'm really not surprised I don't like lilies anyway they're a bit maudlin really and roses are clichéd carnations are for old men it's a troublesome area to be meddling in

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releases July 7, 2036

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Where You Last Left It Dublin, Ireland

Electroniques de la nuit. Pre-eclampsyian oddities. Curious hand shapes. Little comets of button-bashing.

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