We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations,
A faintly glimmering radio station.
While frank sinatra sings stormy weather,
The flies and spiders get along together,
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record.
Beyond the suns that guard this roof,
Beyond your flowers of flaming truths,
Beyond your latest ad campaigns,
An old man sits collecting stamps
In a room all filled with chinese lamps.
He saves what others throw away.
He says that hell be rich some day.
We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations,
A faintly glimmering radio station.
We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations,
A faintly glimmering radio station.
While frank sinatra sings stormy weathe
Seeking Female
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| Gender | Male |
| Age | 40 |
| Location | UK, England: Greater London, London |
| š Sexuality | Straight |
| š Ethnicity | Other |
| š¬ Smoke | No |
| š· Drink | Sometimes |
| š Drugs | No |
| š”ļø Safe Sex | Sometimes |
| š Meet At | Your place |
| š Height | 6ft (183 cm) |
| ā Body Type | Athletic |
| š± Hair Colour | Dark Brown |
| š¦µ Body hair | Shaved |