Black Atlass - "Ways". He tried folding up his desire. It was like a quilt - too broad, too thick, too corporeal. He pushed at the corners, strained, tried to fit it into its chest. Every time he got one side of his desire down, inside, the other side would slip up over the lip. In time he found the going was better with the lights on, or under a strobe, with all his picture-frames turned away, toward the wall. [website/download EP]

Rose Cousins - "For the Best". To perefect his longing, he took a jet to Switzerland. He took a jet to Switzerland then a train to the countryside, then a cable-car up the sheer garden slope of a low Alp. He dragged his suitcase along the delicate cobble stones, like thin porcelain plates. He stood at the edge of the valley, finally arrived, looking down onto the pale sapphire lake and all that wide open air. He cupped his hands around his mouth and tried. To yodel, to sing, to make his longing clear. It wasn't bad. It wasn't bad, for the first time it wasn't bad. Maybe he'd yet become skillful, like Dolly Parton or Jimmie Rodgers, and be able to sing out, full of sure heartbreak, and watch his audience shed single tears. [buy]

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I hope you didn't miss DAD DRIVES, the first episode in a proposed webseries by our own Dan Beirne. Please watch it, happily squirming, and tell your friends, and spread the word, because it would be a very helpful thing for him (and thus for me, because I love the guy). Also: it's hilarious.

(source of Girl with a Digital Camera painting unknown, sorry!)