Thirty fucking four. And all the shit that goes with it.

movement
no movement
just a falling bird
cold as it hits the bleeding ground
he lived and died...
catch sight
cover me with earth
draped in black
static
white sound

a day without substance
a change of thought
an atmosphere that rots with time
colours that flicker in water
a short term effect

scream!
as she tries to push him over
helpless and sick
with teeth of madness
jump jump dance and sing
sideways across the desert
a charcoal face
bites my hand
time is sweet
derange and disengage everything

a day without substance
a change of thought
the atmosphere rots with time
colours that flicker in water
a short term effect

an echo
and a stranger's hand
a short term effect
an echo
and a stranger's hand
a short term effect

The Cure - Short term effect

Comme une chemise blanche propre, entre autres. Discret patchouli, bois de santal que j'aime tant, cèdre et bois de gaïac. Epices pour ouvrir l'appetit, ambre enveloppante et accent ultra chic de cuir, sans les grincements. Et puis des fleurs. D'oranger. Puis de la lavande, de la violette et du géranium. Et encore du jasmin naturel, de la pivoine blanche. Précieux, magique, puissant. J'en ai tellement besoin.