[ Jared Robertson ]  
[ S P I R I T ]
     “Through this evening’s tide of faces unrecognized, amid hurrying black shoes, furled umbrellas, the crowd descending like a single organism into the station’s airless heart, comes Shinya Yamazaki, his notebook clasped beneath his arm like the egg case of some modest but moderately successful marine species.”
— William Gibson, All Tomorrow’s Parties


[ Fridge Fun ]

they
clean
chocolate
to
smile
tomorrow
when
money
can’t
please
him
and
I
kiss
the
cold
ugly
music
at
night


old
mother
so
little
why
don’t
you
show
her
how
beautiful
we
live
today


if
I’m
crazy
you
see
where
time
would
have
walked
for
them


let
’s
remember
what
things
will
go
wild
tonight
making
hot
hungry
love


dance
like
a
cook
drive
all
day
talk
it
out
ask
me
?
is
party
good
or
bad
did
house
need
food
can
car
look
big
could
woman
ride
on
man
want
eat
dinner
now
tell
kid
he
said
yes
no
shopping
day
get
going
!!!



I'm
mostly
addicted
by
extra
insomnia
but
you
tremble
before
last
instant
bitter
delight



follow
forever
the
moon
's
bright
snowflake
song
an
d
whisper
of
star
y
dark
river
s
in
spring
.
share
together
the
sun
's
love
ly
morning
smile
and
dream
beneath
blossoming
summer
silence
.
wander
through
the
evening
's
soft
feather
ed
storm
an
d
listen
around
ancient
autumn
breeze
s
embrace
inside
the
rain
s
long
laugh
ing
shadow
and
seek
my
heart
across
warm
winter
ocean
s

[ Tinuviel ]


Cthulhu for President! Why settle for the lesser evil?

[ S P I R I T ]