And the Angel Killed the Beast In the late moistened eveningI was sitting on my chairThe air gutted with tobacco When he knocked with his one phalange Now there’s no god on the hillI feel lonely with the beastsShadows come from the woodsWhispering with no names You’re not a free man he saidYou’re a wireless puppetFetch... Lire la Suite →
Ghosts in Underwear
Ghost In Underwear I'm seeing ghosts in underwearThe wind's battering the shutterOf a single tower windowSometimes I live in a manor in a prison cell of my mindMy lonely prison full of ghostsIn underwear Cause you can't fix everything for lifeThere is no words to keep awayThings that can hurt things that can digBig holes... Lire la Suite →
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 