You know, it’s kind of funny how our minds work. OK it’s nucking futs how this Wulf’s mind sometimes works, and I do NOT mean
From within the hallowed halls Of sleepless, sordid, whitewashed walls The angry, argyle antelopes Prance and preen on rocky slopes …until the sun dips low.
Is it so easy to hate me? I coat myself in silver. All the while You put me on trial And claim to deny the
This week’s Reboot will take us back to 1991. This is a song that Neil wrote to touch upon the end of the Cold War.
It starts as it always has since time and man began. A yearning for him to find completion. A wish. A hope. Seeking, searching for
*scratch* *scratch* *scratch* *scratch* A graying muzzle appears from the thicket covered den and sniffs the air. A low, throaty growl precedes the appearance of