Vasari Joust - Hausu

Said it twice, to feel it again

Sickening, we’ve been here all night

Cloiser-punk a wastrel’s dream, a set’s up

I dunno, the club or the cell, fathering

Boredom

Love it smells lovely but i fall deeply

«how to get high when you’re always low»

Obssession as a reflex

Parrot’s beak but weed always speaks

Listen

Make space for it to come

I cannot describe its contours to you

Grow a second skin in which to hide

Its impossible, indulge my own erasure

Then rest on the couch

The impenetrable;

Locked up

Cloven

Soiled

Reflexive

Fabrication’s energy, speaking of a temporal god

Said it twice, say it again

You’re on a failing path with me

But without it

I get sick

I dunno