b i s m a r c k

0 9 . a u g u s t , 2 0 1 6

n e x t

d i s c o g r a p h y

f i l m

m e r c h a n d i s e

c o n t a c t

f a c e b o o k

i n s t a g r a m

t w i t t e r

y o u t u b e

he knows her nose,

her phobia,

her foes.

he, quote unquote,

“runs into her…”

(and their ghosts)

following low

expectancy

back home

his load explod-

ing, company

on hold

she's easy

and easy on the eyes...

happy,

and happy to oblige

seaweed,

i see we don't align

stop.

and so it's o-

ver... meaningless,

unknown.

ego, let go

with ritual

in tow

stop.