DISPLAY THIS WAY UP:
She calls from the sky, falls from the sky, to wipe the ink from
your fingers. Leaves messages in teacups, visions dreamed,
a photograph of darkness turned to comedy.
She comes, singing random nothings, obscured by the growl of
She moves slow, unseen, leaves anonymous gifts, doesn’t need the
credit, Chocolate Fingers, Custard Creams, not trying to change
Listening to Zomby & HKE – Tenkyuu