|Yesterday, 02:20 PM||#1|
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: Aberdeen, Scotland
What creatures must lurk in the deep,
spying on the world with Hebrew eyes.
Mad hatters fanning flames
and poor Alice's tumbling
down shape-shifting rabbit holes.
Their poison is our antidote
and we drink to a merry death.
What fear must breed in their hearts,
filling the rivers with Gypsy blood.
Abercrombie & Fitch rejects
listening to demos by bands
the rest of us are too old to know.
...that shiver crawling up your spine...
...death rests upon your shoulder, waiting...
...never underestimate her patience...
Gobbets of Me