Tag: metal

And I am not in the mood to be tender and conciliatory just now
I have begun thinking like an Alchemist
I do not know the nature of your involvement with this
Because the next thing you’ll do is melt it down to extract that mystery
Her voice sounded quite strange at first
She never takes any notice of me, anyway
The pipes hiss and gurgle in the wall near his head
Well, in any case it is certainly an improvement on your appearance the last time I saw you
Damn me, I’d almost forgotten about that old thing
It was a sincere request for information
He had several favourite retreats
The country he had broken out of was all unknown to them
How delightful to see you!
Try to think as little about yourself as possible
Tell me this is just a bad, bad dream
The pair undressed quickly and silently
He needed a new life
You’ve certainly come a long way
No doubt the savages were a riddle
And so he went and sat looking into space
We are warm, slow, and sensual guys
Most of the time he felt as if he were drowning
You need to take care of yourself
It was the rattling that woke her
The scorpion was black with a purple shine
It was almost as if the child was waiting for something to happen
He wondered how long ago this had happened
She was ready to leave once more
He was always sure that his mother was alive
I’ll miss you too, Pig!
I am amazed sometimes to think how old I am
Anything that happens after this party breaks up is nothing
The dogs began to bark then
In her dream, her husband had written her a love letter
How could a bouquet of flowers be that much?
Interpretation isn’t my department
The man in the backseat has a very large head
A diver comes up with a piece of actual gold
There was perfect silence from the other men
A night train from Birmingham blows through
A massive, blocky modern sculpture sits over the door
His fine hands have found each other
… pottering down the corridor for a coffee …
Strips of dew hover over the palace lawns
Few possessions survive so many moves
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day
The harsh smell of lighter fluid hits my nose