I want to live,
I want to give
comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
It's these expressions
I never give:
ermine furs adorn the imperious
severin, severin awaits you there
i am tired, i am weary
i could sleep for a thousand years
You keep me searching
for a heart of gold
I've been to Hollywood
I've been to Redwood
tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
I've been in my mind,
it's such a fine line
taste the whip, in love not given lightly
taste the whip, now plead for me
i am tired, i am weary
i could sleep for a thousand years
You keep me searching
And I'm getting old
shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
whiplash girlchild in the dark
I've been a miner
for a heart of gold
Gathatoulie
And of these shall I speak to those eager, That quality of wisdom that all the wise wish And call creative qualities And good creation of the mind The all-powerful truth Truly and that more & better ways are discovered Towards perfection --Zarathustra.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
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