January 2011
14 posts
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May she be your Eurydice, so that blinded by your affections, you’ll look back in horror to find that she’s not there.
Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of a callous man, Be he alive, or be he dead I’ll ruin his name with the words he said.
May the harpies hunt your head tonight.
I can't help feeling I wasn't meant for Planet...
The Moon, the moon, the moon.
Your spell is broken, and I’m free once more.
Second thoughts for the umpteenth time
there must be a reason, there must be a rhyme
I’m going to replace the landline with a Ouija board.
Some strange bewitchment takes over. They rouse the beast in my heart, they charm the worst of me, and they entreat sacrifice. Through some malign rite I am supplicated before the darkness. The sun will rise again, but I’ll be long gone.
It is starting to ring a few bells, but it was another year then.
