: So, climb a chain-link fence to the moon, let your wrist blood drop to its doom. I’m running through the forest with my pockets full of gummy bears, running from the future with my backpack full of Koala bears. Fuck this life and the police state, burn your brain so you won’t be shark bait waiting for the sea to take a bite out of me. I’m running through the forest with my pockets full of gummy bears, telling all my friends to climb the trees while I dry my tears. Watching for hot air balloons to pick us up and shush our fears, waiting for the day that I can sail away, sail away…
I have tasted all the flavors of the sea, and that is everything I need to dig my grave and die. Dear R.L. Stein, you wrote these pages of my life
I have a huge appreciation for texture, and sonic texture. This record's lo-fi is something so well felt, it's brilliant. I can't get over the one chord structured song, "How I spent my Summer." Heccra