Adam Green – The Prince’s Bed

it’s a one shot magazine , give it a spin open your mouth slide the barrel in if you don’t like it just don’t do it again itchy finger, finger, trigger, trigger click click click click click one in thirty five is saying sorry through a bottle say it’s your job to scrape a living…

Based on a poem by W.B. Yeats Turning and turning Within the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer Things fall apart The center cannot hold And a blood dimmed tide Is loosed upon the world Nothing is sacred The ceremony sinks Innocence is drowned In anarchy The best lack conviction Given some time…

I beg to differ to break the chain to draw a line right through tomorrow and cancel every claim I’ve seen reflections beneath my skin and drums beating for battle in the eyes of children And turning it over right down where the eye don’t see no colour where the war don’t make a sound…

a note we wrote the other day to any mice who pass this way on crumed and sugared countertop: “we must insist your traffic STOP.” in their defense, they don’t refuse but nonetheless we’ve come to use snapping traps and poison beans (far less diplomatic means) orange spider, orange leaf confirms my deepest held belief

There are rivers running Just for you and me In the darkest hours Choices made to be I choose to pull my punches Don’t you test my conscience You’ll see, you’ll see Cut your teeth and make your peace Is what you ask for Cut your teeth and make your peace Is what you ask…

Kahpe dölün soyu Ele vermiş seni Nice yıllar boyu Kırmış kalbini Aynı yolun eri Çekemezmiş seni Gördüğünden beri Kırmış kalbini Yolun ardına bakmadık yorulmadık Bak hala burdayız Belki delirdik ded belirdik Bak hala burdayız Biz neler içtik neler yedik Bak hala burdayız Sen hiç üzülme hiç ağlama Bak hala burdayız