c a l m . s e t

1 2 . a p r i l , 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 don't belong.

we know.

his teeth are deformed.

clean, though.

queen debris

she's with me

we flee the scene

deftly…

catch me.

the shrieking trees

see me breathe

and scream deceit

gently…

catch me.