The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
Story:
“In my moments of reflection, often in the twilight time between sleep and consciousness, I contemplate my behavior.
I’m …I’m not terribly judgmental about myself – I do what I do with no second thoughts, but there is one strange thing …one curious side effect of my obviously obsessive behav...
Conceived in hope and what could be
Dreams are delicate and free
But bitter is the aftertaste
Of a dream that dies
Own a dream and own today
...and own today
My memories are missing me
My memories are missing me
I disappeared without a trace
Like a sympathetic face
Inside a swarm of bees