IT”S ALL IN THE DETAIL:
Late night drifters down at the Cross, everything exposed,
everything available, grinning. Clouds of nicotine crouch
on the precinct, black & white halos. Transients, vagabonds,
waiting for the last ride to anywhere.
Melt-Banana were fantastic on Saturday night.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
All life resides there, the under current rises to the surface. Don’t like the music it twists my melon.
Ich dachte eigentlich,du magst foltern,folter,foltergärten…!?
Und sonst?Der mai ist vorbei,der baum brennt immernoch.
Ich schenk dir n’elke.s