littletissue of lies
I am Paul Healy... At this moment in time I write, make short films and produce music. I am gripped in a madness to compulsively create. III Warm blood, staining silk through lace. Never underestimate the ignorance
of an artist.
I am a feather
Caught in a spiders web
I can feel the hairy eight eyed monster
in the key of C
climbing the staves of her latticed world
"You're just a bowl of cherries," she hums.
A solemn sunrise peers gently through the mist
damp cobbles gently sweat.
finest Peruvian honey
storm approaching from the west.
Lost in a landscape of mirrors
GPeering through a veil of ignorance.
Fine red dust is everywhere,you become the landscape, the fruits of slavery are everywhere.
Hillsides of coffee or fields of sugarcane drive the nails of pain deep.
eeeeeverything fades except pain.
Today I saw the strangest thing.
A huge fish with four legs
ran across the road.
a tangle of trees.
vamos nos encontrar
no meio da rua
sem ninguem nos
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