Angel 1
“Karaoke”

Pure way of the afternoon. Apple slices arranged on Sottsass platter and sprinkled with a little bit of lemon and sugar, as if a bird came, and sat on the windowsill, and opened its small mouth to receive me, tripping over its beak, I slide down, and the sticky walls of its throat reverberate a single word.

Gliding over low skyline, through hot clouds, falling apart, soft and flaky, like a fat scallop, seared in butter, thin mushrooms, baked in their juices. Beans soaking on the kitchen counter.

A girl jumps into a kiddie pool. Backyard parties, amps thrown into the overgrowth. Weeds sizzle, wires cross in the microphone, my ice sweats in a tall glass. I do not have a song, my song is:

Chocolate Grinder

CHOCOLATE GRINDER is our audio/visual section, with an emphasis on the lesser heard and lesser known. We aim to dig deep, but we’ll post any song or video we find interesting, big or small.

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