It sounds like
My Weakness.
like it could be school children singing some beloved anthem but slowed to half speed and played backward.
eerily beautiful.
the first time i heard it i thought, "this is exactly what it sounds like when you die. here is the thing you hear as you are exsanguinating in a final sense, as you draw that last chest full of air. when you are leaving. there is an instant that you know, and this is what you hear."
and you can't help but smile because in the beginning of it you think they're saying, "we're digimon" over and over and of course they're not, but you remember how you used to watch it with your sister in oly and how that shit used to make both of you tear up for how touching it was. and that just makes you think of the alf christmas special and how something that sappy and sentimental was the first time you ever saw your dad cry, and it is so endearing that it almost kills you but instead you grin inside like that first shot of whiskey snaking out its warmth to each and every bone. all the way down.
i would float in that half-drunk delirium of smiles and invincibility all day and i would touch you on the head and you would come too. because that's how i always pictured it.
yes, my weakness, moby.
like it could be school children singing some beloved anthem but slowed to half speed and played backward.
eerily beautiful.
the first time i heard it i thought, "this is exactly what it sounds like when you die. here is the thing you hear as you are exsanguinating in a final sense, as you draw that last chest full of air. when you are leaving. there is an instant that you know, and this is what you hear."
and you can't help but smile because in the beginning of it you think they're saying, "we're digimon" over and over and of course they're not, but you remember how you used to watch it with your sister in oly and how that shit used to make both of you tear up for how touching it was. and that just makes you think of the alf christmas special and how something that sappy and sentimental was the first time you ever saw your dad cry, and it is so endearing that it almost kills you but instead you grin inside like that first shot of whiskey snaking out its warmth to each and every bone. all the way down.
i would float in that half-drunk delirium of smiles and invincibility all day and i would touch you on the head and you would come too. because that's how i always pictured it.
yes, my weakness, moby.
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