connexion: the selector

Unfolding, Part One

The cherry blossoms are splitting open , they will soon carpet the concrete and create drifts in the gutters.

I can feel the longing for spring like a fever now, charmed by hail storms and lightening all the same, but feverish for fresh beginnings.

I am lonely, but my heart still goes “Pow!”

When I hear “S is for Evrysing” it’s like spring’s cracked open a one hundred thousand honeycombs and all the good things in the world have spilled out.

Sometimes, I think that listening to The Books will make my heart so light that I might float up into the sky like Remedios the Beauty.

I am looking for fellow bee-keepers to coax this honey into the world; I want partners in crime to risk bee-stung fingers and sticky sweetness in places you wouldn’t expect.

I’ll pay in lemonade, model horses and peach oolong tea, please apply below.

Download: The Books - There is No There, S is for Evrysing, Smells Like Content
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Download: Waipot Petsuwan, Nang Maew Pee (The Ghost of Catwoman)
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this curious world…

curious, curious world.

I think it’s only fair that I dedicate this song to Jessica, who I know will love it. Especially considering the time of year.

Submerged Series, Part Six (Opposite the Sea)

picture courtesy of davide balula

I am cradling my heart in my hands tonight, because it is suffering a kind of sickness.

Sometimes the loneliness creeps in so quickly, so quietly, that I experience all the sadness without really thinking about it, I just feel it in my skin, like a deep soul ache.

And sometimes, I can’t make anyone feel better because I am feeling so badly myself.

But I don’t know how to ask for someone to help me feel better at those times, I’m just not sure how, and I don’t trust people enough to even try.

So I fumble around with my halo, and I scratch out small prayers on the inside of my palms and I wait for the aching to go away.

These days, I wait while dreaming of crunching snow under mouse-cute boots, and what it must be like up at the top of the mountain, at the opposite of the sea.

Download: Davide Balula - En Jet De Soude, Iris Em Arco
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