Listen, it cannot be seen, it is beyond form. Look, it cannot be heard, it is beyond sound. It is a struggle over the nature of reality. We want to write a peaceful story and mold a perfect form to slip into. We are in touch with our inner selves, our imaginary selves. And when we know those selves, they are alive in us for others to see. We project art, and love, and imagination all over. You are hypnotized by the fiction of your own poem and write it everywhere. Your defenses drop and you see you reality in it’s blunt fullness. Falling tao.
maxi dress from the skandl
sunglasses by Karen Walker
photos by Phillip Van Nostrand
listening to Falling Tao by Random Rab
The girl from my dreams ain’t from round here. She don’t care bout the bull shit down here. I wish you’d come back and save me lady, cause these earth women wanna make me crazy. I try everyday to escape the world, fantasizing about my alien girl. Look into the sky to find love, cause these earth women are just too much.
She was standing over my bed. It must have been a dream, I tried to shake it from my head. Half asleep, until she reached out and touched me. No words needed, she spoke into my mind. Didn’t make a sound, no need to. She could read through every thought I tried to hide.
She showed me how she came from a planet, where no one took their passion for granted. I tried to understand, but I’m a one track mind staring at her space tits.
She wore a lavender velour space suit with gray boots. Titanium diamond studded waist too. A future 50,000 volt laser in the holster. She started chasing me, threw off my whole galaxy. And just when I thought I’d ask for her name, she vaporized into a green light in the rain.
alien crop top by O-Mighty Weekend
rainbow lace shorts by Tunnel Vision
pink space boots by Pleaser
sunglasses by Wildfox
teal fur by Nastygal
words by Molemen & Felt
photos by Melly Lee