and dreams they are, just castles in the air...
Did the Phoenix dream? Could it? Does it? Dreams of sweet nothings? Nightmares? The emerald green of paddy fields transforming to crimson walls of fire?
Wake up poet.
The times - they aren't a'changin, this world is largely fake...
26 Aug 2006
plunder, plunder everywhere...
Let it bleed - The depraved logic driving the continual plunder of our natural resources
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