Monthly Archives: August 2018
At that age I felt my only way of accessing real things was in dark rooms
You could say we had no rules
Oh baby, hold me tight, just pretend I’m Sherlock Holmes
Fragmentation of the individual
Chasing the new is dangerous to society
I leave you the best of myself
Class structure is as artificial as plastic
Being sure of yourself means you’re a fool
I turned off the lights, the tv and the radio. Still I can’t escape the ghost of you
