Fanged nominals

 "You're only young once, but you can be immature forever." Germaine Greer

 When I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv’d with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow’d, And else when I carous’d, or when my plans were accomplish’d, still I was not happy, But the day when I rose at dawn from the bed of perfect health, refresh’d, singing, inhaling the ripe breath of autumn, When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and disappear in the morning light, When I wander’d alone over the beach, and undressing bathed, laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise, And when I thought how my dear friend my lover was on his way coming, O then I was happy, O then each breath tasted sweeter, and all that day my food nourish’d me more, and the beautiful day pass’d well, And the next came with equal joy, and with the next at evening came my friend, And that night while all was still I heard the waters roll slowly continually up the shores, I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands as directed to m...

 A cold dry windy day clouds blowing through the sky sunshine and shadow. A dead leaf brushes my face. The streets remind me of St. Louis... red brick houses, trees, vacant lots. Bright and windy back in a cab through empty streets. When I reach the fourth floor it looks completely unfamiliar as if seen through someone else's eyes.  “I hope you find your way... red brick houses, trees... the address in empty streets.” Colonel Sutton-Smith, 65, retired not uncomfortably on a supplementary private income... flat in Bury Street St James... cottage in Wales... could not resign himself to the discovery of Roman coins under the grounds of his cottage interesting theory the Colonel has about those coins over two sherries never a third no matter how nakedly his guest may leer at the adamant decanter. He can of course complete his memoirs... extensive notes over a period of years, invitations, newspaper clippings, photographs, stretching into the past on yellowing dates. Objects go wit...

 Swans - Mother of the World In and out and in and out...  Again! In and out and in and out...  Again! And where are you now,  oh, mother of the world? Ah, we feed from your hands  and we drink your filth and your oil  So, send them down  to scrape and suck the soil Keep us safe inside  your damp and rusty coil In and out and in and out again In and out and in and out again Mother Sun, mother of senseless things Mother, come, kill time as it begins

 "Life... You could say it started when I was a kid. Like most folks, I've always been different. But not like the others." Xavier Renegade Angel,  What Life D-D-Doth ( Season 1, episode 1)

 "The road to hell is paved with good intentions." English expression