Thursday, October 28, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
At night I dream of you my love. I dream of you standing up, walking, talking. Such powerful dreams you give me of the future. Because you are the light that leads the way.
It's always fun to indulge in behaviour that pisses off feminists, journalists, humourless mind police.
Freedom, the only kind I know. The freedom of the street, the crowd, the anonymous swirl of the city.