“Yes, that's it! Said the Hatter with a sigh, it's always tea time.”
Creative and sensitive guy into indie stuff, looking for friends maybe more….
Likes the weird and wonderful.
O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.
Now droops the milkwhite peac**k like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
