Saturday, April 19, 2008
I would run through blackening Badlands & sail Seven Seas to finally appear on your horizon. I would sing a new song about an old hero who drives you insane and out of your mind & body. I would bless you with horny prayers about a sword in your scabbard & how deep I will dug into your secret tunnel... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, April 18, 2008
ForePlay: Credo In Unum Deum Omnipotentem
My oldest memory in this life: A summer evening. I am seven. My poor mother sits by my bed in the last light of a day that only brought darkness and death. Night falls through the window of the silent attic when she sings, no when she sighs slow and sadly this madly talking blues. And now I ask you... Sign in to see full entry.