Though it verges upon the perverse,
Beauty's better than Truth, which is worse.
Modern poets can't do
All the things the Greeks knew,
'Cos we've taken an urn for the verse.
Though it verges upon the perverse,
Beauty's better than Truth, which is worse.
Modern poets can't do
All the things the Greeks knew,
'Cos we've taken an urn for the verse.
"I was gathering chrysanthemums by the eastern fence when she walked through the gate with a complexion like suet and legs so long you half-expected to see a fox tail between them. I wasn't in the mood for visitors, but she had a jug of spring homebrew."
The Unavoidable
He Stopped Drawing A Salary
The Long Sleep
The Big Departure
He's Compiling in Hell Now
The Lute is Still
An Interview With King Yama
The Eternal Farewell
"I was gathering chrysanthemums by the eastern fence when she walked through the gate with a complexion like suet and legs so long you half-expected to see a fox tail between them. I wasn't in the mood for visitors, but she had a jug of spring homebrew."
You don't need to add your own lies in to give them a hand
You don't need to add your own lies in to give them a hand
<Oh no, not again.>
<Oh no, not again.>