Tag Archives: magic

I’m mad about the boy 0

Will it ever cloy This odd diversity of misery and joy I’m feeling quite insane and young again And all because I’m mad about the boy So if I could employ A little magic that will finally destroy This dream that pains me and enchains me But I can’t because I’m mad… I’m mad about [...]

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lingering whispers 1

For who can wonder that man should feel a vague belief in tales of disembodied spirits wandering through those places which they once dearly affected, when he himself, scarcely less separated from his old world than they, is for ever lingering upon past emotions and bygone times, and hovering, the ghost of his former self, [...]

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how many hats 0

40 million records later the transition was easy To walk away was always on the cards as an option And he took it burying that which held him captive Far away But the echoes of those first songs were heard In 964 homes across the town It was them that couldn’t leave his voice But [...]

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this christmas 0

It should be different but it’s not. It’s been so long a time since here and then that he is somewhat surprised when he still walks to the fridge the moment she leaves for a nightshift at the local hospital. It’s Christmas eve…  one more sleep ‘til the dutiful visits are performed and suddenly, in [...]

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maflohé passedouet interview 0

Maflohé Passedouet is a cerebral, multi dimensional, pan genre defying, technospiritual, convention flouting, futurist gypsy, woman, artist and human being. Speaking to The Pandorian… PP. What a great name, Maflohé. MP. Maflohé was a name my mother discovered and gave me when I was seventeen. It was the name of a boat she saw in [...]

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wren britton interview 2

In days of yesteryear or yore Wren Britton might have been considered a master of voodoo or a Wizard at the very least. He creates, concocts, cajoles and more than anything conjures up beauty and a quiet seductive magic from everything he lays his deft fingers on. He is not a designer. He is not [...]

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