me. me me. moi
(Source: hannahlacava)
me. me me. moi
(Source: hannahlacava)
hey all…or none
we’ve got our last new york show tonite in greenpoint, bk
coco66 w/ beacon
everybody’s drunk and it’s everybody’s birthday
beneath the grime of underground spaceships, just above the fog rolling in on the lake, sits a one legged dog on a porch. summer is here like you wouldn’t believe it and the dog twists another heater and sparks it with his paw. electro-booty clap sad pop spread dream fuzz is rolling ‘round the country like a bead of sweat down your back. hopefully we’ll end up somewhere below your waist. keep your eye out for broken hearts and salt deposits. PORCHES. is in love with you.
porches. day 1 july/august tour
july 1st silent barn 9:00 p.m. make yerself a hot tanktop…i did
july 2nd effing The Frat House New Paltz…cut off jeens w/ pockets and butt cheeks sticking out please
july 4th mother fucking pleasantville america extravaganza lombardi house…lake trip, nude…tanlines duh
july 5th the shit balls whastsup DELANCEY w/ turbosleaze and effing nelsonvillains fucking rock and rowl
july 6th for all you williamsburger waiting tables to make ends meet…come out to coco66 to get laid…and listen to dance music and cry a little bit
i’ll keep ya’ll posted fer da rest
hey babes
plz
make this shit pop off
pop music
rock and roll
electrobbootyclap
sad spread
the breasts were swelling everywhere i turned.
in heat
in adolesence
in sweat
in ice-skating rinks
god put me on earth to age at a cafe while crooning at the slightest tilt of things.
my insides a shallow moon and busted clouds
my face a dog
i am capable of loving
i am capable of hating
i want everything surrounding
i want to waste away getting piss drunk on sexy sweat
i need to melt
i need to freeze
under the busted moon, beneath the busted clouds, atop a busted hill, inside a busted car
godbless the deer and their skittish nature
jolly old st. bart the fog rolls in
and for fucksake i’m lovesick for the world again
and i’ve gotta leave it soon.
SEX GOD performance tonite at silent barn tommorow at yippie museum
i have this to sell (with that poem written on the back)
among other body parts
guard me like a junkyard dog
i cannot sleep ever
i am happy
i am sad
porches record is happening
it is sounding good
black coffee sweat
dog bark
hot pants
baked clams
salt fuck ocean
sex sex sex sex
i am going to jump in the lake and then drive north to record a porches. album
i will be communicating with mick jagger, debbie harry, neil, and everything sad and sexy in between via a shape shifting very silver and very time traveling boat
je t’aime and i don’t care
eff.
the dress a drooling turquoise plus tan
i am a pool and you are a goddess
wishing the air was a cigarette.
and everything got so lonely i can’t really care anymore
bout the black hole dream where aunt katie did ballet in the tomato plants
and i was crying like a bebe
so get stoned in the coral and the ocean becomes plastic whisky
and the internet was still a poor idea trapped in an unfortunate oyster
while the others were wet, willing, and amicable pussies
cooing over eloping…some people get old and stop rocking out
fuck that
intact penis’ unite…and lisa? at the office? ok.
i swear to god i will allow mick jagger to make me cum one of these days
maybe if i stop sweating over hot busted mess combing curly salt hair in tinny supermodel land of the foxland
and on the 69th day god created tan lines to confuse everything in the universe
PORCHES. at HILLSTOCK music fest in brooklyn on saturday 4:30…grand wizard theodore djing block party afterwards (WHAT THE FUCKKK!!!!!)