i love kate nash
i love the way her body curves around her one-of-a-kind biblically-constructed and genetically-wonderful ass
i love the gap on her cheeks when she smiles
i love that she finds simple stupid jokes funny
i love the way she speaks:her accent and the way she pronounces so simply and aesthetically perfect the right words that are timing-exact
i love that her voice reminds me of chills i got from artists like keren ann,nina nastasia,feist,ane brun and silvert hoyem
i love that little whispering growl she makes when she wants to say "oh",it's like every cell of my misused organism having a small but catastrophically beautiful orgasm
i love her for she has solid opinions about how things should sound
i love that she doesn't compromise
i love that she's my age
i love her cause she's music
may the sorcerer's hat turn up on its right side after its bicentennial flip and use the ruler of fate to join two hitherto unrelated paths....the same power of the omfalus,wherever that may be located and either found by the temple guardians or by a demonic one, may it join our courses to eternity.......
i sound a bit preacher-ous but i like it...
and another story:
Seen from outside a man and woman stand at an open window
on a rainy night in NYC. Man jumps out to die. Woman looking down
screams and cries we hear rain slightly
louder than her. Same
two earth NY people (big) watching twilight zone
episode camera shifts between show and
people on bed in NYC. Show has commercial
and the guy shuts off TV. Kiss for 1 minute
turn on TV and watch end of show. They
see obnoxious guy on TV and turn it off.
They both look out window and it
is a beautiful rainy night. She says calmly
the moment is such a beautiful thing there.
Guy wakes up next to girl but
now has makeup on eyes, lips, cheeks,
she has the same makeup. They both
are bald. The room is all white light
to the degree that all thing in it
besides their bodies are indistinguishable.
They are on a bed which means
they give the vague impression of
being raised a couple ft. off ground.
He puts on a red clown nose (from a box by
bed, on a nightstand) and frantically wakes
exactly her up. She was slow and sexy
and drowsy (Junkies) on earth and
he was same. She wakes quick as roo
and he tells her of his extraordinary
dream. She sweetly listens and smiles,
a long tear streams down her cheek.
Cuts back to opening shot only now window
is closed. It remains closed. He has a tear on his face.
She puts her arm around him. They walk out of view. Light out...
excerpt by a story from john frusciante