I feel I understand
Existence, or at least a minute part
Of my existence, only through my art,
In terms of combinatorial delight;
And if my private universe scans right,
So does the verse of galaxies divine
Which I suspect is an iambic line.
Nabokov
Could Heaven Ever Be Like This
Idris Muhammad
Una Vez Más
Juanpalitoschinos
We Want the Funk
George Clinton
Paraíso
Lilly Yan
Drunk On A Flight
Eloise
Love
La Garfield
Shine
Jessica Bailiff
Latin Boogie
Ferraz
Be Safe With Me
Cynthia Dall
Quarter Mesto
Hala Strana
Touched
Swap Babies
Radio Gra
Unwound
good
Winter
Hell Time One
Brittle Brian