" ...he was somewhere in sleep-wake cycle, beheath his eyelids in a half dark place.. he could feel all the life possibilities ..he could watch them growing like a baby grows slowly in a mothers stomach...he could feel this life substance itself and didn't mind at all that it was still shapeless , this happiness,some complete rigtht place that would be melted with eyes opened..."
I'm unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen
I seem to lose the power of speech
Your slipping slowly from my reach
You grow me like an evergreen
You never see the lonely me at all
(Bowie & Placebo)
UPDATE
CANCEL