We were born in 17 cities at the same time. So were we.
Monday, 9 January 2017
FR4NK1E GOES TO H0LLYWOOD - WELC0ME TO THE PLE4SURED0ME (1984)
A view from a boat window. The smoke from the pulp mill receding into the distance. One could very likely and very easily fall in love with the dream lover, her crazy mane of curly blonde hair, tied up while cooking eggs. Best to keep those thoughts to oneself. The eyes get heavy. An 80s erotic synthpop melody pops into one's head. One steadies the heart, and feels instead the stirring of lust. The dreams turn filthy. The rhythms pulse, throb and lilt.