SCRAP BOOK #1

SOMETHING MY NOTEBOOK TURNED INTO

The most TBC something could ever be.............It's a start at something all the same.

SHE CRIED CURSES IN PERFECT VERSES

I'm not sure what this is just yet. It came out like it wanted to be sung, but maybe it misunderstood itself and is just to be read. We'll see, it's here for now...

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Rising through from beamings underdoor in bellies of dreams, i see your face, alone. Fuming, breathing inside my lungs, transposing shadows into fluent tounges.

But i'll wait in crimson satin sheets. so we bleed silently, invisibly.

All dangers drip from candlesticks. All heavens hurt, bow low to it. Sink your teeth deep to the heat, put your hands in angel shapes. In steaming singes of growing pains, hit with haste with swelterweight; or rest my soul in drippings from holy flames.

So we'll bleed invisible, untouchables over these crimson satin sheets.

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Something i made once, it seems an appropriate accompaniment.

MOMENT O JOY

This was/is an image DAMAGES took kind of a long time ago now, it was a possible cover for a possible release but has been simmering too long to be anything anymore. We got some great demos floating about from the original relsease sessions, however, this image never got to bless as many eyes as i'd first hoped. It's time to be BUTTERKISSED.

The full video of the BUTTERKISSED photoshoot can be seen here (it gets messy.)--->; [0]
Big thanks to Ed for the buttery passion and the effort he put in to making us sound mean on track.

BREAK HARD, BREAK FAST.////

"NOT TODAY. NOT LIKE THIS."