The Tree of Life.
Another Phoenix has shown up to add to the others which suddenly popped up out of now here. A lot of what we are experiencing is incomprehensible to the human 3D mind.
My Huckleberry Friend.
All In A Dream.
14 thoughts on “After The Goldrush”
One of my dad’s favourites: He could never sing it in tune. Eva was his mum 😉
It’s a confusing place. And name game. When I was young I was friendly with a family called Over. I went to school with the two boys. One of them was called Paul – Pull Over.
I’ll get this one in before the winter starts.
I’ve always linked The Fall with The Cure for some reason. Same era maybe. And Creepy Crawley and AI and Under The Surface shenanigans.
If a tree falls in a forest and no one hears it, does it make a sound.
And neural / unreal pathways.
Both lead singers are Smiths and The Smiths.
A byte to eat. All the damn vampires.
Every day is an adventure.
Autumn buries… the fallen…
I have never emailed you Trinny.
Nor me. It’s bollocks.
The only demon on here is the drink that is inside you. I’d ask you to stop whining but you don’t know how to. For the love of Christ, which I know you crave so very, very much, give it a rest and stop the abuse.