My shop sells egg shells off the sheshores and empty females, I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop to a Mr. Walloff Domburg a reject from the world wide internet He's a broken man
I'm also a broken man It would be nice to have company We could have great conversations, looking through windows for demons and
watching the young advance in all electric I don't get to speak much to anyone or that sort of thing … Read More

I was an artiste in a tunnel
But I've been having a midi-life crisis And I've been dreaming of sleep and ape men with metal parts I've spat upon deeply felt age I've hid my house in and I hate your funny coloured english We'll creep together you and I, for I know who the small friends are … Read More