(Right. ). Fat guy jets by, bony in a Zodiac. Picking up trouble, maybe looking for a heart attack. All-night boys in the Piccadilly Arcade. Boozy losers cruising maybe trawling for some rough tra
I found the bones of all your ghosts. Locked in the wishing well. While birdsong gourmets dragged empty nets. I slumbered in my shell Im mittenacht, die mensch-machine Kissed me on my eyes. I rose
It's warm tonight, it rained tonight. The windows are all open wide. Can't see the clock to check the time. Nothing is moving. When you walk through me I turn around to switch the scene. The room