Crystal palace isSparkling, made from metal beerCan twisted at night.
For years have I borneThis sword, to surrender itWould permit the years To accumulate,Would then I die. But now wouldI lay it down at Your
Stop the clock and turn It back, all will be renewed. Delicious new wine. Spin that wheel, watch what Happens. We saved the best for
Give me that rope, I’m Making a whip; there’s work to Be done. My Dad’s house. Wake the young lion. Tell him to get to
Vision has become Tessellated by a mesh, Overlapping lines. Was it always this Way? Hard to tell. Yes/no. Binary logic. It goes or it does
When was it that IWas cracked? Unsimple Simon.The time when I chased Spectral ZazumeeThrough plate glass window, bloodyBrow, needed stitching? Or when I refusedTo go