in the sunlit honey kitchen
listening to
the Smiths singing
there’s a club if I’d like to go
swaying with coffee in hand
it occurred to me that
life
is a fetish item
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aayoung
in the sunlit honey kitchen
listening to
the Smiths singing
there’s a club if I’d like to go
swaying with coffee in hand
it occurred to me that
life
is a fetish item
One reply on “a summoner of nothing in particular”
There are songs that transcend anything, and the one you’re referencing is such a song for me. I listened to it endlessly the summer before I went away from home for university. It stays with me still. Life is a fetish item, for sure it is. But what a grand fetish it is.