i blinked and everything was tilted six degrees to the left as a friend of mine crushed a wine glass with her hand last night and then laugh like it didn’t hurt. well she cried after, tho she said it was about a movie but i think it was about everything else. i nodded. maybe too much. i pretended i knew what she meant. i didn’t. but i still want to. or not, i don't know. i don't really pay attention to her anyway. also there's this bar i go to sometimes with a gorilla statue by the wine rack that nobody looks at it and for a second i thought it moved. not in a jump scare way but in that sad and heavy way living things do when they’ve been stared at too long. i think i saw myself in it. i put on a red dress today and didn’t feel like myself but people liked the way it looked, so i said nothing. that’s not new. i just know that when i walk past mirrors lately i flinch less. and that has to mean something.
it's the hands of god disguised as splinters and string. i watch the old reels and it feels like worship like my marrow bends toward him the way smoke bends toward flame. the man makes wood breathe, makes cloth weep, makes silence howl, and i’m on my knees for it tho clay under my nails and eyes cracked wide open. puppets in his grip are no longer puppets when they’re heretics with souls and when they’re saints dragged through mud. i press my palms into my own clay, well, trying to make it scream the way his does, but mine only moans, half-born, wet with failure. still tho i’d bleed gladly for the attempt because he proved it’s possible to murder reality with puppetry and build something truer from its corpse. i love him, not like flesh-on-flesh love but devotion that gnaws // adoration that stinks of rot and roses. if meschke told me to cut my hands off, i’d ask only that he puppeteer the stumps.
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don quijote alone proves meschke is the devil’s favorite son. obsessed forever. ily.
tonight was a fever dream dipped in sequins and gasoline. studio 54 cracked open its coffin and valentino dragged me straight into the glitter pit where sweat, shine, chaos, and the rendez-vous ivory staring me down like a dare. i lived for it.
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My new single, Pivot & Scrape, is officially out now! The video was directed by the amazing Ben Tan, who did such an incredible job bringing this song to life. I couldn’t have done it without the support of so many awesome people who helped out on this track, and I’m beyond grateful for everyone’s hard work. Seriously, thank you so much to everyone who played a part in making this happen!
I’ve poured a lot of myself and my demon into this song, and I’m really proud of how it turned out. Whether you're into the lyrics, the beat, or just the overall feel of the track, I hope it resonates with you in some way. It’s been a crazy walk putting this together, and I can't wait to hear what you all think about it.
I’ve poured a lot of myself and my demon into this song, and I’m really proud of how it turned out. Whether you're into the lyrics, the beat, or just the overall feel of the track, I hope it resonates with you in some way. It’s been a crazy walk putting this together, and I can't wait to hear what you all think about it.
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My new single, Pivot & Scrape, is officially out now! The video was directed by the amazing Ben Tan, who did such an incredible job bringing this song to life. I couldn’t have done it without the support of so many awesome people who helped out on this track…
a year ago today, my single pivot & scrape slithered free into the world. what a delicious little monstrosity it was.