‘’It fell without a fight, his emblem of dictatorial power, and left his lip disarmed, uncamouflaged, the lip he had been keeping stiff for weeks, directing from his garden chair, instructing us on how to stir his tea, revealing what had always been there, a mouth as small as our weathered conversation ‘’ Swan Jail #Death is my lover 🗓️ 29th of September 📍 @electrowerkz ⚡ Happy hour 7pm-8pm ⚡ Show 8pm-10pm ⚡ Private readings 10pm-midnight