and the purest enemy might be your love affair seen you nude and naked everywhere and I've been sitting and thinking all night long if there's a trail between your thighs that can stop evil and when the sun shines all night you know you are alright the joy you feel is almost as real... Weiterlesen →

My My,  hey hey. We burn ourselves away. the drugs don't work and we fade away   into illusion and illustration until nothing leaves a trace of us just us on the carpet framed in a photograph and no one seems to care and no one wants to see when we were young, free, careless,... Weiterlesen →

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