Come here, kid, and have a look at the gold on the ceiling.

Do you know what sound gold makes, kid? It’s electric-hum-pop. It’ll fuzz your brain up. Yes, I see you nod, you can hear the buzzing now can’tcha? Mmm black and gold and black and gold and don’tcha think the dark makes that gold look damn pretty?

GOLD ON THE CEILING BY GRACE CHIPPERFIELD 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 19

Come into my belly. There’s an ocean in here, it’s calm right now and we got a nice little sailboat we can rest on. I know it’s dark but I promise when you look up you’ll see glories of the highest gloriousness you never see elsewhere. Don’t mind the scum, it’s a bit sticky but you can’t see it so good in the dark and when you look up with me we won’t be looking at the scum no more.

Come here, kid, and have a look at the gold on the ceiling. Look at how it glitters like glitter. It’s gorged with gorgeousness and full on splendour. Do you know what sound gold makes, kid? It’s electric-hum-pop. It’ll fuzz your brain up. Yes, I see you nod, you can hear the buzzing now can’…