Muse Vomit
Every now and then my Muse visits me when she's been indulging in drink with the fairies. The inspirations she gives me at those times are incomplete and twisted...but they are not invaluabe. I record those ramblings here, in hopes that she will make sense of it all upon her return to me.


Wednesday, February 19, 2003  

And so time goes
And I feel we’re not moving
Not much changes the landscape of a heart
And I know I’ve got to end this
But there’s something in the endless
Way you insist on ripping me apart

posted by The Amazon | 5:03 PM

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