February 2012
35 posts
The Velvet Underground - The Murder Mystery
tantalize poets with visions of grandeur, their faces turn blue with the reek of the compost, as the living try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost and business and business and reverse and reverse and set the brain reeling the inverse and perverse with cheap simian melodies, hillbilly outgush, for illiterate ramblings for cheap understanding the...
http://everything2.com/title/derealization
“I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.”
– Franz Kafka (via la-fatale)