from “BIRD/DIZ [an erased history of bebop]”
Today I'm gonna escape my body in public. I'm gonna ask you to luxuriate in a sound that feels like a fabric and drool and baby, tell me that's not home? Talk wrong and call that praise.
Today I'm gonna escape my body in public. I'm gonna ask you to luxuriate in a sound that feels like a fabric and drool and baby, tell me that's not home? Talk wrong and call that praise.