an angel would fuck a streetlamp and it would be nothing. it would be like a dog thoughtlessly rutting against a couch: pure instinctual pleasure chasing with something that may elicit but not share in your libido. but if an angel fucked a cell tower then viable offspring could very well result
I love this tweet. It’s so evocative with so little. It’s like a William Carlos Williams poem.
The casualness, the Thomas Hopper urban ennui of “7 dudes locked up in a garage somewhere” followed by the urgency and action of “rn attacking 1 blunt”
The rising action gives us a sense for the necessity of the action of attacking the 1 blunt. They are monks huddled around a dwindling lamp, hurrying to finish the latest manuscript while a snowstorm billows outside.
