THIS WEKE: A DREDFUL PREMEONISION

THIS WEKE: A DREDFUL PREMEONISION
a darkenning CLOAKE, most often sene as brown or whhite, desend over the land of the beat - over skid row and down freak alley GRATE blak KLOUDS gather abov the dolls makeshift pied-à-terre a huge KROW land on window sill tap on the pane and squawk "NEVERMORE" o wot is the OKASION of this bleek and trubling xampel of PATHETIC FALASEY?
it is the moament as peots vissioneries starry eyeds ect fere the dredful HOUR hav arived yes it is time yet agane for
the kosmick justice of the skies and shadows
hiss!
yes mi deres it is a fereful BOAR all souls of shambles asemble and point fingers
hello doll how are you dere girl sa the good sir as the doll and her disciples settel and cool breeze of the elite hills of PRIMSORE begin poketing ashtrays clocks xpensive toys and breeze is getting on our nerves, not like that is news to ANYONE nowadays
kan i get you some tea or koffe befor the storm start he sa and we all SHAK OUR SKINS no as breeze has sent promises to us all and filled our heads with DREAMS of brown and white and GLASS but cool breeze stirs not
this is a bit strange as ushually breeze snap his fingers for glamrous sugarpuffs like ANABEL or SUSIE Q or even sometimes the DOLL and they bring us everything our DREAMS DESIRE like drinks and druggs and it is goodnite vienna
to wit the breeze has been awfully FLIGHTLY and making all of us on SKID ROW awfully nervous mostly peopel sa he is SICK wich the doll does not doubt
and then the geezer launch into the DREDFUL TRUTH dere me chapps and dolls i hav nevver known anething like is he sa with ASHEN FACE this city is kolapsing belts titening kut our kloth akordingley trimm out the FAT
and with that a rudey faced bloke burst thruough the doors he shout O ILL DIVINING BREEZE YOU ARE A COMIN WITH ME
and so it is that the doll and her disciples, the DEAD with STARS fer EYES find themselfs looking out the window at a RANE SOAKED breeze on the corner of ______________ and ________________ klutching ABSOLUTELY NUFINK, not even his DIGGINITY, worth less than £5 plus the wate of his TRIBULATIONS aganst the doll pushing down upon him
kan it be the good breeze is all alone?
sumwhere in a nabering drugden the apauling rotter stare out on the sky and think of the doll and he begin to HOWL....

clouds

Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way

Moons and junes and ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel it
As every fairy tale comes real
I've looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So so many things I could've done
But clouds

Angeldust gets in your eyes your hair
On acid stars your getting there
My bodys assembled into
A little itty bitty gift to you
When you die I've looked at life that way

But now it's just another show
You leave 'em laughing when you go
So so don't let them inside, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away

But now my friends are acting strange
They shake their heads man they say I've changed
well Well something's lost; rearranged
I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
I'ts just illusions I recall