Vintage tee, Wilfred Free dress, Isabel Marant Deyis boots, Belt as necklace
I have nothing inspirational to say, so I’ll say nothing at all. Frank can say it all.
Speaking of Nirvana, it was there.
Rare as the feathers on my dash from a phoenix
There with my crooked teeth and companions sleeping, yeah.
Dreaming a thought that could dream about a thought
That could think of the dreamer that thought
That could think of dreaming and getting a glimmer of God.
I be dreaming a dream in a thought
That could dream about a thought
That could think about dreaming a dream
Where I can not, where I can not.
Less morose and more present
Dwell on my gifts for a second.
A moment one solar flare would consume, so I nod
Spin this flammable paper on the film’s that my life.
High flights, inhale the vapor, exhale once and think twice.
Eat some shrooms, maybe have a good cry, about you
See some colors, light hangglide off the moon.I’d do anything for you (in the dark).
Photos by Maks Eidelson
