Hope Irish
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Prologue: Lullaby lullaby from the deep Lullaby lullaby I can’t sleep Lie to me, I’d like to be Living still, lullaby, hear me weep Pt1: I was young, roses were in my cheeks Fell in love with a man of the sea Waves would crash inside his eyes At such depths, lullaby, who’d stay dry? [...]

the naag is burning in the upstairs wooden corridor. small stick stuck between book and dusty television set. a newer model blares somewhere below, sound amplified up 16 stairs. grit on every step keeping my bare feet from venturing forth to the bellows in search of cigarette relief and filtered water. plus i’d have to [...]

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I vow every year to disappear before the weather changes and every year it slowly sneaks around like a gathering drop of sweat that then races down your tits, and by then, it’s too hot to gain any sort of motivational momentum to flee or to move anywhere but the closest ac unit. late april. [...]

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I had a bottle of wine to ensure sweet dreams, but as soon as my head touched the pillow, my brain soared out the window. then the fucker flew back in through the front door and has been circling the kitchen ceiling since. good thing this house is so short, surely i’ll catch it soon. [...]

I used to write. I am processing changes and dry for the time being… I found an old journal from a different life that I appreciate more now: Here. it is quiet, clean, lukewarm. not sweltering, like the summer day that clings to the windowpanes, but also not the crisp cool conditioned air required to [...]

well…This is just a brief update from london town, eastside, off of bricklane-ish with a danish. no. there’s no danish, but there should have been. fuck.

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xxoo hi.

this was so fresh when i recorded…now I’m laughing my ass off. mostly.

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I had a dream i’ve had many Ill have more but i was walking at night… take off belt and breath a little air with the smoke he was tall and pall no pale by my side leaning close and his black hair flashed in the streetlight shining lunar like in dashes between the dark [...]