
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
