Wednesday 22 October 2008
Thursday 16 October 2008
After The War
They took me to Norway on an old boat. They wanted me to broker peace. Then, during the war, you left me. I died in a limousine while you sang to Italian aristocrats. Funny I can say this now: God loves you.
Someday I will become your guru. You will be beautiful in silks and I will give you the mantra: Ma-Ra. In some ways, it has already happened. Little consolation, high above the Atlantic.
Someday I will become your guru. You will be beautiful in silks and I will give you the mantra: Ma-Ra. In some ways, it has already happened. Little consolation, high above the Atlantic.
Tuesday 14 October 2008
Friday 10 October 2008
Wednesday 1 October 2008
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