Where no needles can damage or nurse

I keep listening on this French motorway. Crying without tears. They got stole away by the close trees and the wide corn, they wipe my eyes as I keep moving. I feel old and I feel young. Seeking slanted comfort in a song about escape, about death.

"Through ages man's desires

To free his mind, to release his very soul

Has proved to all that live

That death itself is freedom for evermore."

Now on then

The floor keeps moving.

The present is a fast past out the window.

Snap it. Shoot it.

Hold close and let go.

High (d)arts USA

Tour Floor

Time machine please

Cute

First Tuesday - Made In Huddersfield (Punk... by Saklas

A Young Glasgow

A Hero

A Shaman in residence.

Cosmological breather.

Living Artist.

Collector.

Listener.

Turner.

Destroyer.

Talk, talk, talker.

Disorder(er).

Debt riddler.

Spiriter.

Donator of the largest known paper airplane collection in the world to the Smithsonian Institution's National Air and Space Museum.

Ukranian Easter Eggs Collector.

Died while singing in Paola Igliori's arms, Room 328, Chelsea Hotel, NYC.

Yes. Lets.

Keith is the moon child

Mama's Boy

Edward Woodward with a pre-Beastie Boys Ad Rock with Carry On's Jim Dale...

what more could you want?

Chickity China the Chinese chicken

Dog Dread

Dog had tail with a real dread on it. He lives on a boat. Blame the parent.

Stoke Newington Street Cleaners