we've relegated our ability to live poetic moments into the vicarious dreams of the commercially viable.

immortality is a comforting illusion, and the greatest thing we can do is live well before we die

lovely:lively

nz post-retro-proto

mini monsters

JC-L

mind buffing

half moonrise mind

my top set at 20/10 vision

eon
   Winter Drones: Blood in the Coffin: Stiff Wizard

heartbeat thumps at the bars of its cage
   pining to pinion and twine where it may
haunted by shadows that bay in the night
   with dead echos dreaming where it lay

tow
   talkingmakesnosense: the winter drones: still change

half moonrise mind
   soft the killing blows
a spreading of hue by degree
lost larksome note
   high and lone
gentles the winter breeze

reeth
   USAISAMONSTER: R.I.P.: Dynamite Day

rufo
   herbcraft: discovers the bitter world of agartha: road to agartha
  
veif
   deerhunter: halcyon digest:

ixs
   tame impala: innerspeaker

evens
   barn owl: ancestral star

gheit
   wooden wand: death seat

einn
   MV/EE: redemption

net
   the octopus project: hexadecagon