I live inside a cello,
sweet patters of rain upon my chipped tooth;
Breathless Chittle Cherub Chatter hums in the air...
and the bow is drawn to slide down the slivers of wire from top to toe.
They are spun from the loose threads of my rain coat,
plucked with a well lit slight of hand.
Dabbling in knee soup-ette's,
I asked our burlesque heart, 'Won't you please play for me?
Your calciumate gusset lives like a bunnyon
cured by our favourite monk, Hieronymous.
sweet patters of rain upon my chipped tooth;
Breathless Chittle Cherub Chatter hums in the air...
and the bow is drawn to slide down the slivers of wire from top to toe.
They are spun from the loose threads of my rain coat,
plucked with a well lit slight of hand.
Dabbling in knee soup-ette's,
I asked our burlesque heart, 'Won't you please play for me?
Your calciumate gusset lives like a bunnyon
cured by our favourite monk, Hieronymous.
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y:
That's an old photo of me but I'm re-growing the growth at the moment. I'm going for a dapper-gent-in-a-three-piece-suit sort of beard. Sculpting with the razor's a bitch, though.
y:
'Winter Light' is superb. 'The Seventh Seal' I've only seen once, many years ago, and it didn't really sink in. 'The Silence' may be my favourite, or 'Through a Glass, Darkly'. Though I have a soft spot for 'Summer with Monika'. Fuck, they're all class.