Spanning time throughout the 1980s. Dipping tentatively backwards into the 1970s on occasion. Tipping a hat forward into the 1990s even less frequently.
#dream-baby-dream of diamonds, fur coat, and champagne, and just let them good times roll. You don't have to prove that you're wild in blue or any type of cavernous thing - just connect up to me, and it's all good: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 6/23/17 - Happy 79th birthday, Alan Vega! (of Suicide, musical group.)
Even though I don't dictate, I do kill spies, especially when they are everywhere that I'm not (Translator.) The Rusholme Ruffians and the freeway flyer were a part of the breakdown in the beautiful gardens: Kryptic Pop Thrills takeover of Radio Free Paul, 6/20/17.
Hey ya mom and dad, where's your head at? You weren't injected with a poison, were you? The song of the whale is a chameleon dream in blue and green: Kryptic Pop Thrills special edition mix tape for Father's Day: 6/18/17.
My good side was drowning in bloodsucking leeches, who, I'm pretty sure, were intent on murder. It's cool to have privilege as long as you don't bang and blame and quibble over the age of consent: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 6/16/17.
The doctorin' the house said, "Yo, you think you're a man? Weird science states you're only a homosapien. And if you're still angry, I'll come up with some sort of goodbye ploy because, always remember: Once you and I had a love." Kryptic Pop Thrills from 6/2/17.
We were hoverin in Tom's Diner, located in Heartbeat City, New York New York. While we celebrated the bullet, Rudi and Rico asked, "Do You Dream in Colour?" The answer was, Yes! Call 555,5-8-6, and you'll hear, "Hello, Again!" Kryptic Pop Thrills from 5-26-17, (Part 2.)
Voodoo Dolly asked, why you wanna treat me so bad? The guys in the red angel dragnet replied, "Cuz I just want to have something to do." I doubt it'll ever get that bad though, cuz Beds are Burning and the funk gets stronger every day (Part 1). Kryptic Pop Thrills from 5/12/17 - Happy Birthday, Thomas!
I asked about the weather, but instead, she told me her story: she is beyond good and evil, winning and dancing in heaven. 4 hours later, she said, "Let's go to the Bata Motel and do the strand, murder style." Kryptic Pop Thrills from 5/5/17.
Once the song of angels started, she floated away to the point where she was too far gone, even though I had said, "I want you - take me to your heart." The misunderstanding led me to feel like familiarity breeds contempt, and unfortunately, it's all around: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 4/28/17.
The worker, model worker, used brute fury to deliver the affectionate punch at the carnival. Deutscher girls are only loved at night, for young moderns in glass houses, in this beautiful world: Kryptic Pop Thrills from
