Those Who Live For Love Will Live Forever.

experimental outfit prince rama's

new song from Top 10 Hits of the End of the World

"Those Who Live For Love Will Live Forever"

the song is by the conceptual band I.M.M.OR.T.A.L.I.F.E

which is described as;

"In the early eighties, a London sex cult infiltrated underground discotheques based on the principle that the secret to immortality was found through engaging in intimate acts of love. To retain their anonymity, members went by the acronym I.M.M.OR.T.A.L.I.F.E., or 'Inner Messages Morphing Over Resonant Time, Always Loving Infinitely Free and Everlasting'. For years, I.M.M.O.R.T.A.L.I.F.E. dedicated itself to recording dance track hymnals that would provoke lovemaking acts and thus prolong the lives of its members. When the end of the world came, the group was found frozen in midst of an orgiastic collapse. They had not slept or eaten in thirteen days."

the song makes my tongue tickle. 

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THE EDGE.

THE KINDA LADY GAGA'ISH ON THE EDGE.

OF GLORY. 

IT FEELS GOOD.

WHAT IS SIX WEEKS? 

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together. we'll always be.

you wouldn't take no for a answer.

even after i told that i don't kiss artists no more.

you swollowed me whole.

you proposed.

you inhereted me. 

all in a space car.

a call the next day.

a rondevouz in a parking lot.

you played me a song. 

words are stuck to me. 

"Nothing beats a failure like a try 

There's a great reward 
Someone will surely hail you 
If you try 
But you must try hard 
And if I hadn't tried 
I wonder where I'd be 
If I upon relied 
On fate you meeting me 
But because I tried 
Together we'll always be "

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but I heard something inside you

"

here are some things that i would like to touch

clavicle bones, backs of knees, adam’s apple, space between fingers

together we will have this extremely beautiful sensation

of being twice as frail as we once were

and it will feel like the first time you ever had a cold

the last time you tasted grape flavored cough syrup

a light pink fever

"

poem by 

Mira Gonzalez

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mapped.

can not get over this image.

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i can hear him from my future.

my sudden obsession with yeah yeah yeah's hysteric.

the absolute mess of hazy candy floss filled glasses. 

full moons, beautiful views and that dirty mouth of yours.

a turquoise frigidaire, dark and twisted paintings.

this nostalgia is only a few hours old, it could only be a fantasy. 

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