Hosted by jayrope and Lippstueck. Unconditioned music, air in resonating mouths, fingers. Tubes, strings, hollow bodies. Their frontal poetry staying wordless. Put to the turning tables on an blurry date, and slipping, when you try to hold it tight. I’m a fish, my love, will only charm you, when I wish, my love - wir kommen in vier Jahren wieder, um herauszufinden, ob wir tatsächlich stattgefunden haben.
