metaphor – Near Zero Blog

The Signposts of Life and Their Archaeological Curators

We spend our lives defending ourselves to ourselves for those things which we both consider and don’t consider to be

Nettles and Dust bless my lips and lift my soul away this one’s done, this one’s done kiss my breast,

Lock up the Farm (redone) Money for charms, money for lust, money for hope, love aint enough, you took your

scratch lyrics from Barnabas Collins there is no question about my way and the man i’ve become but you took

Scratch lyrics from Roaming Snyder (by Elvis Angel) open road, my cart, steeds in front of me. i lift my

Being part of that group experience where you are sort of looking forward to being in the group until you

“im warning you superego says the little guy, ima gonna sockya in the eye! and superego is like, pfff go