WORDS by JEFF MANGUM (yep, every single one of em. guy’s brilliant)
PHOTO SUBMITTED by E.B.H.
CUT-UP by Rich Baiocco
Follow me through, swallow all the halos. I swear I have nothing to prove! The only girl I’ve ever loved was born with roses in her eyes, and all awaits, what a beautiful face I have found. On the lazy days Holy rattlesnakes and dogs dissolve. It goes. And all awaits. What a beautiful face, what a beautiful face! Let me hold it close and keep it here with me. In the dark we will take off our clothes, lacing fingers through the notches in your spine. Bend all your notes to me; I am listening to hear where you are, catching signals in the dark—your voice so smooth and sweet. Silly music is meaningful, magical. I’ll be laughing out loud. I’ll be laughing with everyone I see. Love tongue in teeth in a struggle to find secret songs that you keep wrapped in boxes so tight, that secret place where no one dares to go. So foolish to believe to tear out your heart would send all your secrets to me. Dare to try. You dream of all the different ways to die. You watched as your brains fell out through your teeth. In a blink of an eye you be gone from me. Only weeks before the guns all sang to say my dream has come, rolling and ringing through me, soft and sweet. How the notes all bend and reach above the trees? Oh please oh don’t go away! I wanted to know you; I wanted to hold you as you made your escape. But now. Don’t hate her when she gets up to leave. But now? But don’t hate her when she gets up to leave. You know this isn’t the first time. In fact this is twice in a row! To take on the world at all angles requires a strength I can’t use. I took a look outside and watched the fires that were reaching up to the sunday dream, a match that’s mean and some gasoline. Pretty girls kissing a torn up picture of a dead and hanging man. We feel no emotion as we spiral down roller coasters into the ocean, a nickel in a fountain. And all the drugs I don’t have the guts to take to soothe my mind. I’m always sober, always aching. Save my soul from all the grittiness of life. Occult figurines. Occult figurines. Occult figurines. Oh please oh don’t go away! Don’t hate her when she gets up to leave. Love all you have left. I don’t wish to taste of your insides or to call out your name through my phone!
It gets hard to explain. I want to shoot all the super heroes from your skies. Push all my fat fleshy fingers through your mouth, push the pieces in place, when we break we’ll wait for our miracle, but there is no use in waiting. Offer up your steps so I can climb. One billion lovers wave. One billion angels could come. She comes and goes, prettiness seeping through the dress. I will be with you when you lose your breath, chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left. Your teeth believe that teeth are for tearing. C’mon, tear into me and the scent of you sweating smells good to me. I’ll meet you up high in your anger. All of your friends letting you blow, bristling and ugly. There isn’t such one friend that you could find here standing next to me. He’s only my enemy. I’ll crush him with everything I own! Don’t take those pills your boyfriend gave you. You’re too wonderful to die!
Hearts hanging open all over the sheets, a force hard and beating till Wonderfully wet and there is no sorry to be sorry for.
Place your body here, my dear. Move to feel, Slam into me, as we would lay and learn what each other’s bodies were for. All I could want is silver and spinning out from your arms and into the pretty pit of your heart. It reeks with the sweetest belief and is sacred when spoken. Slam into me. Press yourself against whatever you find to be beautiful and trembling with life. Now we are young. Count every beautiful thing we can see…