I squeeze your interior design and feel all of these pretty little preordained things – I’m swimming inside of your mind and it’s quite alright

For you to let me in again

Sit with me and meet my alarmingly obvious intelligence right at the stretched to meander middle – the multi-coloured enthusiasm is outlandishly misshapen aside frightfully beautiful


Did I tell you that I loved you even when you fell upon your bleeding knees, for you still pushed yourself to please me

That, my dear, is literally all that we will ever need

Let’s dance, to the songs that play on the radio

Bowie knew no bounds, and we shall be the transgenerational same