Lead to the river, midsummer, I waved A ‘V’ of black swans on with hope to the grave.All through Red September with skies fire-paved I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones — Nymphetamine. Lyrics by Dani Filth
Then came another rush of sea-fog, greater than any hitherto — a mass of dank mist, which seemed to close on all things like a grey pall…
Just some paragraphs from the book that rang a bell with me. Either for their meaning, or for how they sounded.
I’m about to hurt the gingerbread boy, cuz he’s pretend bread boy.
Amadeus, Amadeus. Amadeus. Amadeus, Amadeus. Amadeus. Amadeus, Amadeus. oh, oh, oh Amadeus. Come and rock me Amadeus.
Whitman, Price and Haddad. Last season’s winners? No. Last season’s losers.
All the magazines talk about weight loss – if I buy those jeans, I can look like Kate Moss.