**COMMENT**
**COMMENT**
**COMMENT**
**COMMENT**
AIM = Static Screams
"WE ARE THE COMPANY WE KEEP"
trashy lingerie, champagne from the bottle, unapologetic roots, Dior mascara & dollar store lipgoss. Sleeping in late, waking up to Motley Crue videos and coffee cake. Drunk dancing in kneesocks and sky high heels to Justin Timberlake remixes in gay bars. Antique copies of Anna Karenina, staying up all night reading Halldór Laxness books. Long aimless drives. Sheet music, war metals, abandoned houses. History. Fucking love!. Counting planes+stars+satellites. Getting lost in a sea of fox gray pavement and - - - - - and gaurdrails. Run-on sentences and oddly formatted poetry. People who play along. Not getting art. Change. Shamelessness/seamlessness. The Wrong Boys. Platonic friends. Victorian houses. My favorite band playing in a parking lot. Playgrounds at night. Counter-culture, karma, dna. The civil Rights movement, 60's gospel, adventure