Just under the surface of our awareness, the humming of the springs of life can be heard - an electric drone like the kind one only becomes aware of when it ceases. The pulse pounding in the ears, the delicate breath in the lungs, the click of the eyelids all become apparent. Then, one layer below this, the unnameable force which gives us life, glows. An incandescent bulb plugged into the...
spanking please. please?
soundgrinder: sdjkhf whenever somebody reblogs the nick cave stuff i make i always check out their blog always and then i find a huge link of cool people and it’s like sweet