Artboy sent me this song after I saw him the other week. I told him I would never listen to the song, told him I have no place for imaginary hangings in frightened minds but now I'm listening to the song on repeat.
I've been waiting to feel. I'm waiting for the heart lump to pulse but so far nothing. Semiotics fail me. There's nothing. Not a drop, not a vacuous ominous space. Nothing. Foucalt, once again, you're wasting my time.
I've been waiting to feel. I'm waiting for the heart lump to pulse but so far nothing. Semiotics fail me. There's nothing. Not a drop, not a vacuous ominous space. Nothing. Foucalt, once again, you're wasting my time.
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