beauty nursed on darkness

This Mortal Coil

"Drugs"

“And all I see
Is little dots
Some are smeared
And some are spots
Feels like a murder but that’s alright

Somebody said
There’s too much light
Pull down the shades and it’s alright
It’ll be over in a minute or two

I’m charged up
And don’t put me down
Don’t feel like talking
Don’t mess around
I feel mean
I feel okay
I’m charged up,

Electricity…”

d r u g s ♥ Ⴕ h i s . m o r Ⴕ a l . c o i l

On Jones Street

v i a . w o r n - s m o o Ⴕ h :

The woman on the corner calls out
Awwww honey, what you need?

Men sell klonapin and dilaudid
and balloons full of dirty chewing gum

A bearded man stands in the intersection and banishes demons
he points at me and I walk away as fast as I can

the man on the bus says
It’s not like it used to be
when I was in for murder, you were out in 5 years

They arrested the prostitutes

and now only the desperate are left

The ambulances scream past
so many, I don’t hear them anymore

s Ⴕ i l l ,

f r o m . c l a u d e . c h a b r o l ’ s
v i o l e Ⴕ Ⴕ e

a r e . y o u . b l u e ?
i . a m , Ⴕ o o …

a . p i l l . f o r . m e ,
a n o Ⴕ h e r . f o r . y o u

p h o Ⴕ o g r a p h :

m a u r i c i o . c a Ⴕ Ⴕ e l a n . &
p i e r p a o l o . f e r r a r i

Ⴕ o i l e Ⴕ p a p e r . m a g a z i n e

” i
l i v e
f o r
d r u g s

i Ⴕ ’ s . g r e a Ⴕ …

i Ⴕ ’ s . g r e a Ⴕ …”

— a . d a i s y . c h a i n . 4 . s a Ⴕ a n ,

m y . l i f e . w i Ⴕ h . Ⴕ h e . Ⴕ h r i l l . k i l l . k u l Ⴕ

f r o m

Ⴕ k k ’ s . “ Ⴕ h e . d e v i l . d o e s . d r u g s ”

⟦ d o w n l o a d ⟧

s o m e

⟦ c r u s h e d ⟧

v e l v e Ⴕ

m o r n i n g …

⟦ v i a . i m g . f a v e ⟧