Like all men, but more so
Cannot bear very much reality.
Cannot bear very much reality.
The Doors of His Face, The Lamps of His Mouth
We, In Some Strange Power’s Employ, Move on a Rigorous Line
Time Considered as a Helix of Semi-Precious Stones
The Doors of His Face, The Lamps of His Mouth
We, In Some Strange Power’s Employ, Move on a Rigorous Line
Time Considered as a Helix of Semi-Precious Stones
Now that’s a first line
Now that’s a first line