Someone to watch over us while the sun tries to come up & the street lamps share their last warm light. Some shining face of the most artificial & beautiful woman to accompany us on our ways through these cold, cold days. A blush of red in your great sea of pale blue. Monday morning & the same old instant coffee blues, buddy. Always burning with the blues. Always burning!
The Snow Queen is seriously unwell
suffers from kind of rationality of the Self
The Mirror of the Lake is just about to crush
The Rationality teared apart by her Charriot’s Carriers
Mashed down into the ground is her Past
She whips hard and her Hand is cruelly white
as The Snow Queen does not need to individuate
ay, Zamoysky, The Snow Queen Is Beautiful, But It’s All Mirrors and Smoke and Easy Listening For The Privileged And Sadly Bergen Is Not Las Vegas And Populist Theatre Is All Around -Paid For By Those Who Do Not Attend …. Ibsen Screams For Cabaret, Zamoysky, Ibsen Screams For Cabaret For Now It Is Nothing But A Doll House Of Mirrors And Smoke ,
(But She Whips Hard, And Her Hand Is Truly Cruelly White!)
SQ is beautiful that is so true
and she can kill if she kisses three Times MK
this Archetype makes me feel uncomfortable
hmmm, the dark Shadow part maybe ?
I can not imagine SQ burlesque, comic or populistic
I always loved The Liitle Match Girl and Princess and the Pie
Through the Jungian Mirror though Ibsen
looks like being kissed by SQ and now
waits for a a Little Marmaid, yes I always felt
he needs some Cabaret
haha, ah yes, Zamoysky, My Polish Princessa, Old Grandfather Ibsen Looks Truly Kissed Thrice by the Queen of Snow And Seems Dead and Petrified And Stone Cold And Wanting For Absinth Love And Lingerie And Chinese Opium Peep Shows And Jazz Noir Limelights, Zamoysky, And Truly; Who Isn’t Wanting For Those Midnight Specials, Huh; For Those Dragon Dens Of Danger And Depravity And Doped Out Sailors On Shore Leave In Some Northern Town …..