

Something wronggloomy Sunday afternoon is calling me out and so I goSomething wrong
and I transform
and howl at the moon as a lycanthropia takes my hand at night
something's spinning round my hat it knows that it's something wrong it knows that he knows that I sat sat on a wall written in his song
where have the years gone where are the good times when we've drunk Absinthe
and tried to make a good rhymes just like a bohemians of our styles we were flying high for a miles
now I'm the last and I need a new blood blood of these corpses crossing the st
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I have killed mothers, I have killed proud young mothers, old, good old mothers, evil mothers..."
-Kai, Last of the Brunnen G
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Every night I burn, and dream the crow black dream...
Každopádně díky...
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I have killed mothers, I have killed proud young mothers, old, good old mothers, evil mothers..."
-Kai, Last of the Brunnen G
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It is a small hat!
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Underground 'Mictlan Radio' [link]
Consecratione
My blog-DimitriElevit- [link]
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Out of reality
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I did a shit on your shit
Irony completed ©
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Never the Less...
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My Pacific Northwest Photography Gallery: [link]
My Visual Poetry Gallery: [link]
My Love
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