15.12.06

Craziness every where, even in the corner of my Round Room

No escaping the inevitability of this Mr Anderson

Following the 6ft Wabbit appears to have been the wrong thing to do during Easter

For I arose three days later to find myself in prison

With nothing but a Rock to Roll and gather no moss

Moss being green I think of the Muse

Again I am saved by Absinthe

And perhaps some opium

To take me through caverns

Measureless to man

Down to the sunless sea.




The Grey Madness (leaving the building in search of ale and whiskey with a thirst akin to a rabid werewolf with a bad hair cut in London)