Category Archives: re:verse

#andscene: ep. 3.24.27

mood: wide-eyed, wonderlaust, sprawling … “wanderlust,” c/o @wrdsmth

ring: i don’t know how, how we’re gonna get out, but i’m not scared of getting point to point… and i won’t care leaving everyone behind, cause i’ve got them all leaving with me in my mind… you know i can’t do everything that is best for us, leaving our home, makes us grow, then I’ll …


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#andscene: ep. 2.24.27

mood: pink postscript, noted. “aspire to inspire others and the universe will take note.” c/o @wrdsmth

ring: nothing better the feeling is so fine, simply put i saw your #love stream flow… give it up and i got what i came for, universally speaking. take it back and you make me nervous, nothing better than love and service. universally speaking… two of a kind…


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#andscene: ep. 2.17.27

mood: the standard sunrise with #sbstn

ring: warm smell of colitas rising up through the air. up ahead in the distance, i saw a shimmering light … welcome to the hotel california… such a lovely place, such a lovely face, plenty of room at the hotel california… any time of year, you can find it here…


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#andscene: ep. 1.31.27

mood: i go out on friday night, and i come home on saturday morning…

ring: see back then then if you had a car you were the chi town version of baby… one of the reasons i looked up to him crazy… he told me don’t rush to get grown, drive slow… wood grain oak, i’m riding on vogues, my cylinder quiet, like tip toes… need to pump your breaks and #drive slow…


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re:verse : “The Siege of the Warwick” – Edie Sedgwick

I guess I should call this, “The Siege of The Warwick…”

but, left alone with a substantial supply of speed I forgot that I was heavily addicted to barbiturates and I started having strange compulsive behavior.

This was after I was done, well, I was shooting up every half hour, every twenty minutes on the half hour, thinking with each fresh shot I’d knock this nonsense out of my system, this physical disability I began to notice, namely convulsions, which lasted eight hours, during which I entertained myself while hanging on to, head down, hanging on to the bathroom sink, with my hind foot stomped against the drawer, trying to hold myself steady enough so I wouldn’t crack my stupid skull open.

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