Sunday 30 January 2005

[drinking | apricot palinka] Ben turns the head of his flashlight, flicking the beam and off in a crude kind of morse code. Along the lane, Hannah and Alice are doing the similar. The headlights on the road above have…

Blue Tattoo Once upon a lifetime The spirits of the dark Came to kill the beauty Of our world Every soul was spell bound And prisoned into ice Just shining through Sad as a blue tattoo Tears have turned to…