Lucinda
Down In The Hole
Falling Down
All The World Is Green
Misery’s The River Of The World
Day After Tomorrow
Sins Of The Father
Trampled Rose
Metropolitan Glide
Dead & Lovely
Cemetery Polka
Dirt In The Ground
Hoist That Rag
A Little Rain [TW on piano]
Innocent When You Dream [TW on piano]
Lost In The Harbour [TW on piano]
16 Shells
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And all i loved, I loved alone...

- edgar allan poe

“The smell of mud, of primeval mud, by Jove! was in my nostrils, the high stillness of primeval forest was before my eyes; there were shiny patches on the black creek. The moon had spread over everything a thin layer of silver- over the rank grass, over the mud, upon the wall of matted vegetation standing higher than the wall of a temple, over the ( Read more... )

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Take me out tonight.

There is nothing like the smell of a good book.
Yet I am tired (of words),
And heading home.

To hell with T.S. Eliot
Where I surely will see you there.

There is a certain unequivocal madness to life that although we have the tools to decipher many facets of existence, that to understand everything would in short, be death. A death kneel to our own lives would be complete understanding, a consequence naturally. Perhaps not. The self is not the relation but the relation's relating to itself. A human ( Read more... )

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