the son
the illegitimate son of jaques brel and pete doherty lives down our street.
the illegitimate son of jaques brel and pete doherty lives down our street.
days of elementary pleasures: lydia lunch, diamanda galas in the marble church. work on the land, sow, saw, see, the dragon fruit, a fire, the chain. there is a hole in the ground in our garden. the red fox lives … Continue reading
to where your words left the realm of wanting behind and became mere structure and beauty – no more. ( mastodon: crystal skull )
i am not all that worried about privacy. stuff that is really really private i would not put onto these internets, anyway. i would send it encrypted, or write a letter – ink and all that. so most of what … Continue reading