A neophiliac way of life- change is what i live for. Descriptions are my love. Look closer. Look deeper. There's a whole new world to discover. |
I'll play for you a little song and
You shall dance for me all night long...
It is dawn
The morning sun arises...
I want you in my arms
In my life...
Silent wings of a
Passing dream...
Cotton clouds
Cranberry cranes...
The death of a coward degrades the man lower than filth itself |
Death is loneliness' last resort. |
Words woo women |