My father said to me once your only choices are the factories. Oil stains or the selfsame bruises. No longings for the night. Looking back I think of things I could have done differently ... Sure, it could have all been different, but what’s the use now, when all...
Oh, don’t worry, we will let our hair down tonight— but first we must remember on this stage, the queen we lost, who they killed not too far from here just...
I pray for us as evening glides over implore the gods pray for us pray for this breathing planet the milky way dreams us into galaxy no need for heaven this is how it started: way out beyond we below the sweet of your lips dipped in promise anxieties claim us bark and skin what we...