Alex S.Presumably Dead Arm -Sidney GishTo be weirdly specific, this song feels like some soundtrack at the end of a moody atmospheric college dormroom coming of age novel or…Oct 19, 2020Oct 19, 2020
Alex S.EuphoriaWhat is that joy, that bubbles uncontrollably splatters my insides into colour from monochrome? The TV recreating such an illogical burst…Oct 19, 2020Oct 19, 2020
Alex S.How to Write a GhostThe fit of your first love, in the cradle of your arms A photograph of you holding her like to hold a bouquet of always knowing that youth…Oct 19, 2020Oct 19, 2020
Alex S.Small-time ruinmeet me in the small-time ruin, not the Ozymandias of great nation era-marking, centurion legacy. Traverse across patched up sidewalk…Oct 17, 2020Oct 17, 2020
Alex S.something somethingwhen you say words like that / i wanna live to take selfies in mirrors / take my private instagram of food pics/ and sunsets / clouds and…Oct 16, 2020Oct 16, 2020
Alex S.why do you love writing?i have never asked myself this question in my life.Oct 14, 2020Oct 14, 2020
Alex S.Excerpt from Travel JournalLas Vegas is a city in the middle of the desert. Far from an oasis, the sprawling city reeks of alcohol and cigarettes. The sun beats down…Oct 13, 2020Oct 13, 2020
Alex S.Is Your Bedroom Ceiling Bored?I think part of what gets me about this song is the loneliness at the core of it. A timely element of this song is that there are…Oct 12, 2020Oct 12, 2020
Alex S.Fall Sensesit certainly smells like fall, is the thought before a neurochemical light blinks on, alerting, flagging, and sending thousands of…Oct 10, 2020Oct 10, 2020
Alex S.Thankful for…Say thanks to the orange leaf, like Time didn’t make her insistent about leaving Like every assisted breath, and natural alchemy of…Oct 9, 2020Oct 9, 2020
