Glittoris

GLITTORIS

my friend sophie just referred to the METRONOME COSMIQUE

An ideal song name. 

Song names seem to be my favourite creative exercise

Which comes in handy since I'm a MUSICAL DREAMER almost a schemer

But one rainy los angeles night a week ago... 

Retyin the ole' moonboots in the bathroom...goin to the moon I GUESS.. in a goddamn hipster venue for singer songwriter fanfare...and CAPITAL S shmooooozing that led to a ghostlit studio apartment in KOREAtown

And puff puff off a slender los angeles joint

I sang with my friend Kelsea and this lovely musician who explained to his doorman before we went upstairs "THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK!"

;)

He said (to my orbs of neon magic pants) "I think you're a natural"

So this is my first song

Sung into my cellphone while strolling through dusky christmas claremont's OLD SCHOOL HOUSE

It's pretty Operatic. And you know, womp womp. 

Any partners in crime for beat making best made on sleeping bag sheathed mountain tops, under smog dipped stars,  the grasses strewn with socks and underwear...

MUCOUS CASSEROLE (coined by Claire Wilkens)

mucous casserole bends the light
crystalize
mucous casserole
of your body, not your soul

mucous CASSEROLE

Never makes it to the bowl

solids form in the air

from your throat to your hair

mucous casserole!
bulbous love bound from the hole

hard then soft
a COUGH,  SHEBANG!

MUCOUS VISCOUS
WHIPPED MERANGUE

MUCOUS CASSEROLE
liquid wonder, model mold
your mother'd swear it was a sin
But the flavour comes from within

Mucous casserole

of your body
not ya soul

Muscous Casserole

Muscous Casserole!

Mucous Casserole

Of your body, not your soul

Never fear its birth or death
Leftovers smell
Like Babysbreathhh