secular humanist. storyteller. anarchist. king of dragonflies.
On a mornin’ gloomy morning
In the stinking underground of the Parisian subway
He is ready to face the icy cold outside
I sat with my mother and told her everything.
she twirled and pranced for the judges
she smiled at the audience
her eyes were dead and hollow…
I sat beside an old man and his wife
she held his arm and cooed
and he talked and he said
a single woman…
I’d love to borrow it, Austin!
Everyone is filled with flaws.
All the lonely people
Where do they all…
I am right there back with you rolling on the carpet floor
hang me tight it matters no more I am right there on the floor,
hold me tight we…