The enthralling stories of the lads I've met in the city of furies where dirtbags pirouette in time to the howls of a blizzard in despair Marched cheek by jowl incoherent as they were The million eyes that had time to regret the days which grow wise as she claimed her head was saved by loons who were doomed to care and look after the moons incoherent as … [Read more...]