d@rk r0b0ts
dark stories, like dark robots, operate in the low spaces buzzing and lingering idle on stand-by while we sweep by in ultra-fast motion. sitting in space hanging fat like a meat ball in jell-o. the orange fades to deep red in the blink of an eye.
... and you, standing fast in the hot, inky, blue of night, the waves eat the shore like the heat eats at the back of your neck. grinding and chewing in time with the beligerant surf. tumble weeds blow in from the desert, along with ghosts of santa ana and his soldiers, running hot on the trail of the feathered serpent.listening to ))) sweet oscillations in celluloid
Air - The Virgin Suicides
Stereo Lab - Le Boob Oscillator
posted by deryke @ 3:27 PM
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