The falling window |
This night was long and dark Dreams slept near me, hidden in the waves of the stores And my cat was screaming without a voice If I wanted to see, I had to die, so I did... Senseless pictures followe...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 04:05:00 GMT |
William Blake - The fly |
Little fly, Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brush'd away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance, And drink,& sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my ...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Nov 2006 09:24:00 GMT |
On a roof in L.A... |
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Posted by on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 20:12:00 GMT |
