In the past the question’s clear. How could they let that be? But the madness in the mirror seems impossible to see. The harmless prisoners silenced by the walls. The cursed listeners who can’t help but to hear them all. Never should have been before. Should never be again. It’s pounding down the door. The…
Category: The Whole Other
Something in the Underground
the moon just picked its head up off the ground so now you can see what’s not around just when you start to feel so alone you swear you can hear the softest far off saxophone, oh! they must have gone underground that’s right they must have gone underground all night you’re walking round just…
The Garden
while on my way to walk through the garden while on my way i stopped in the city….. i still want to walk in that garden some day i hope that garden will wait for me. i met a man who looking at my hand said he could tell i didn’t work just by my…