Music:crown me king feat. frank black- "used to be that my head was haunted"
all these worlds are yours except europa.
moth wings printed with eyes, peacock dappled shadows- everything is so argus today. but me i dress up in black (you know, when you grope for luna); if i was a fine lady you best believe that constuction workers would be whistling. instead i am a handsome gentleman with a book of vedas under my arm. of course, once i'm under the sun i will bake like a potato, but that is the sacrafice for being a pretentious fashionplate villian. plus, for breakfast i had lemon squares.