dream_web
moonshine
A
kinship
to
the
cobwebs
that
are
laid
low
among
the
hedges
beside
the
harlot maidens
warped
head
..
001004
...
s.s.s.
State
Of
My
Dream_Web
O
what
tangled
webs
we
weave
when
first
we
practice
to
perceive
that
which
beyond
our
logic
lies
and
which
in
turn
the
heart
belies.
We
fear
to
be
what
we've
become
and
live
in
altered
states
of
Numb
;
we
seal
at
once
with
frantic
key
when
inner
true
dares
disagree
--
If
this
is
Limbo
,
wing
me
free
;
I'd
rather
roast
in
hellish
glee
!
001115
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from