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‪It’s somehow impossible to listen to Orville Peck
‪on the subway.. ‬

‪I crave that intimate atmosphere of my silent room, ‬
‪where
a little drunk with gin and New York, ‬
‪I lay spreadeagled on bed, ‬
‪wearing nothing but Mojave Ghost ‬
‪and mask of exhaustion and satisfaction. ‬

‪I am a hungry nocturnal cat.‬
‪going hunting.‬