i think maybe ill turn into a ghost and float around on hardwood floors like a tissue with different layers and powders and ill be here somewhere but somewhere else like a moth maybe or a sheet of paper or a glass of milk
I was born with a colorful stomach.
A series of strange words and tidal leaking pulls beneath my skin.
I felt so old in my teeth but sweet colors I washed between the strands.
Between the folds.
I woke in slow sun with barely a light on my hair and a full glass of milk it would be better to wash the grime off my silly little body and then rub my way into jeans and eat my cereal making sure it gets extra soggy and sunlight so all the sugar and sweet fills the inside of the milk
a hazy blue water paint fills the top of my skull and drips out the back of my spine and butt into a puddle of sad boy thoughts behind my legs
my body is full of strange things
i dont know if they're me
i'm a nice boy
i shouldn't have these things in me
I'm ashamed to eat at all. Bubbling inside my stomach and blood and pus squirting everywhere
deep moss with pink in my body and mouth and lungs
going for walks in the warm weather with crumpled bunches of green on the side and the summer is sweet yogurt and im walking
Colors dripping in my mouth and my tongue and my throat and smelling like apples and papier mache and smelling like skin and yogurt and I feel like a hundred boats and i feel like a ghost and a jellyfish in the salt water of a plastic bag
a tube of cardboard throat you
poured blue paint down
I'll sleep in your stomach while we paint
My head fills up with blood. My head is a soft blue boat on a color lake. My head is spread out into sheets.
released 09 September 2014
Guitar/Vocals/Keyboards/Production - Aviv Cohn
Drums - Jonny Rogoff
Accordion - Chris Wojdak
Mastering - Carl Saff
Artwork - Jama M Jama
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