Gifted

I Was Loved By An Angel

Copy From Heaven

Secret Treaty

Gateway Arts

Stations Of Night

It Isn't Something You Remember

 he had just finished a mirror which had this peculiar power: everything good and beautiful that was reflected in it seemed to dwindle to almost nothing at all, while everything that was worthless and ugly became most conspicuous and even uglier than ever

 If a good, pious thought passed through anyone's mind, it showed in the mirror as a carnal grin

 for the very first time you could see how the world and its people really looked

How Many Echoes Are There

How you doing, all right? Thank god.....a minute to try and tune up. Welcome to the electric circus, our first song will be called 'Freedom'. That's where freedom is at...right on.. The world, the galaxy, peace..it's a thing called...let me get it right. I actually forgot what I was here for...oh right, 'Message to Love'

Getting Fucked

Phones cut. The gun jams.

Now he stands in his ten foot hall with three of 'em

One bound to radiator also two wife and three his girlfriend

The two latter scan his fifty-nine pence can of beer in the kitchen

Behind ya he thinks

In Memory Of Your Aesthetic

And you had slipped your cuffs around to the front and when I opened the door you held that knife out and you charged me with that knife.

Yes.

Why did you do that?

Cause I wanted you to shoot me. I just want to die.

Okay....Was that the right thing or the wrong thing to do?

It has to be the right thing because I need to die more than anything else.

Family Section

Stranger

Maybe the Mill Hill Boys who kill Church Lads wear these shirts nowadays. It's too darkwave for me to understand. The skulls literally jumping from the T shirts, in the same way that running people in MMORPGs blurs into psychotic belief in real life powers. Late twenties Gaming Zone lads kill Daddy's little helpers. Spiced up and amok.