Lyrics to: “Astronaut: A Short History Of Nearly Nothing”
Author: strange
Botanica in the Body: A night of reclaiming the body, the soul and the mind.
A bright orange typewriter made out of cardboard sits in the middle of the room. Flowers spring from its keys. On the top of the typewriter, is an offering. Pan dulce and the novel Like Water For Chocolate. Surrounding the typewriter, placed on the stark white walls, are portraits of brown faces and bodies. They seem to stare from every corner, enticing you to read a snippet of their lives.
Our Free Domestic + Sexual Abuse Awareness Zine is Out Now!
We just released “It’s not as simple as just leaving” domestic and sexual abuse awareness zine in collaboration with Cusi Coyllur!
Sadcore Sundays: “When the Knife” by Nai Palm
Lyrics:
When the knife finds you with your
Hands all tied and the silence holds the answers
I am blind for the for the sun that wets the eyes
Simple measure, emulator
And if you fight, I could be that
wonderlight with no guidance
Other than my happy days
Often climb when you’re ruined
With another
Hold me with your porcupine
While I catch on fire
Open letters grow the flowers
I know I got to let, let it go
Letting it go
I got to let, let it go
I know I got to let, let it go
Letting it go
I got to let, let it go
When the knife finds you with your
With your
With your
Hands all tied
And the silence holds the answers
I am blind for the for the sun that wets the eyes
Open letters grow the flowers
Letting it go
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
I know
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
Letting it go
I know I got to let, let it go
Letting it go
I got to let, let it go
I know
I know
I know
I know
I know
I know
I know
I know
Sadcore Sundays: “The Deep” EP by Georgia St. Jones
Georgia St. Jones just released a new EP called The Deep and each song is creepy and amazing <3 <3 <3