And still the Void is still and'll never move - But I will be the Void, moving without having moved.
ah, you always go for the ones who don't really want you
It ain't whatcha write, it's the way atcha write it.
But I remember seeing a mess of leaves suddenly go skittering in the wind and into the creek, then floating rapidly down the creek towards the sea, making me feel a nameless horror even then of 'Oh my God, we're all being swept away to sea no matter what we know or say or do
As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.
Rocks are space, and space is illusion.