Lucretius: "Pragmatic Covert"
Lucretius: North Tunnel Exit View Was A Lousy Lover
Lucretius: you've got to be kidding me you with your axe in hand
Lucretius: Three Unseductive Minutes Later...
Lucretius: My name is Rosco Today.
Lucretius: can't be distractionnnonononononono
Lucretius: we barely makeout
Lucretius: smoke another pack hand into fist
Lucretius: ambient love anthems impregnated me.
Lucretius: living like engines revving, like basslines falling apart.
Lucretius: Life As Extreme Vertical Falls
Lucretius: what we do and do do do not do
Lucretius: Tonight's name is providence.
Lucretius: I really do live in a reduced russian narrative.
Lucretius: Real life would touch ribs.
Lucretius: youbephoenix
Lucretius: erased and rewritten en infini
Lucretius: how does she know my left hand smells like semen
Lucretius: your ideas may be shitty but you come by them honestly
Lucretius: what starts as an Orgy ends as five hours I can't get back
Lucretius: all reverb variations
Lucretius: cuteyed fucking loser
Lucretius: not so irridiculous
Lucretius: God Eugene The Arbiter