The endless, halcyon days of “Nauseous pines” summer of love are over, the travellers and minstrels, dreamers and drug dealers have gone. It is now 198X, you wake up in a very bad situation. You were the [...]
So nauseous pines, This noxious abyss, I feed from the milk, of ultra violet, Yet I’m lost with you, My floating twin, You’re the anchor to the drain, but I am the key, To nothing.
