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death from above one eyed black silver doves leccy barbed wire, fleur de lis railing frabs alone, in dis scatty haven old word order; revenge of the crescent orchids

death from above

white rabbit first of the month i can feel it in the air

rats n the dogs n the bandits

blood red mark rothko matte black 110s marble white ashtray 17th century blade

i can hear it getting closer

i miss the yellow lights in the street

do not become blinded by anger, you will realise you are only going to hurt yourself

i feel sadness whenever i’m not creating

alltheselonleynightsawake

all we need is love love love is all we need

dogs cannot lie to you

The price of having your own mind is knowing you won’t always be loved by those without one.

a lot of people talk with spite, with hate, with harm. talk with love

consume what you love create what you love

designed by me

there is a melancholy to it it’s never always glory there is consequence a steady, dull, ongoing hurt