Wōden’s Wilde Jagd
Into this House we are born.
Into this House we are born.
Got no place to stay.
Welcome to 2010.
Sensationalism in a basket.
Is the smile on a dog.
So who’s to take the blame?
Riding across the desert on a fine Arab charger.
I’ve got the mid-winter blues, already.
A new take on the old copier machine bit.
Burning out & fading away.
Author: Zadig