In Conversation: Dan Barrett and Tim Macuga of Have A Nice Life
We will sleep in these rivers.
We will sleep in these rivers.
It’s saccharine, this sacrament of lies.
Sisters, we’ve waited a hundred years for this.
Bring me back to my body.
Not your carbon copy, baby.
Left out adrift in a glass casket.
We’re at the crest of the shit-wave, baby.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I’m so lonely without you.
Does not my countenance resemble yours?