VERSAILLE the figure of speech loses its distance in dreams whole seasons become truncated ill-tempered waking to the assurance of Prince's KISS fading I get up to walk through the shimmering air as the schizophrenic screen makes a tenuous leap to fairytale in the painting of the coronation the stocking feet are jeweled a fuck you to Paul Simon's most recognizable image MY SISTER KNOWS THE SADDEST PEOPLE It seems like the skeleton key to Arthur Russell's oeuvre singing to almost perfect strangers ANGELS 'exploring the evolution of masculinity through fashion' appears as a suggested like on my feed I dream about seeing the Venice of your dreams as our day in day out slowly clogs with retroactive culture on playing Virginia Woolf in THE HOURS Nicole Kidman remarked I did enjoy being anonymous towards the end of the album a sudden transition between the rambling skit & fan favorite cut provides ...