Watercolor, 2008 "Why did you let me run when you knew I'd fall for the gaping hole where your heart should be? Liar. Couldn't cut me deeper with a knife if you tried. Just take a look (before you run off and hide)at your victim. Arise. Clouds on you shoulder; aren't they grazed by the afterglow? How quiet they gather, when the storm is about to blow. No, don't look away. Caught in the crossfire and it ain't no wind of change. I'm talking of crime and passion's rage. Summer of madness, or the undertow, dragged me up an alley for the blossoming fire on a stranger's smile. Bride of wire--how disguise so easily cracked. Saw your heart turn spade. This orchid's turned to black. Graze on your shoulder like the clouds in the afterglow. How quiet they gather when the storm is about to blow. No, don't look away. Caught in the crossfire and it ain't no wind of change. I'm talking of crime and passion's rage. Way down by the shoulder, in the haze of the afterglow, stranded together, and the storm is about to blow. No, don't look away. Caught in the crossfire and it ain't no wind of change. I'm talking of crime and passion's rage."
~Duran Duran
...Zeus! During such time as I was overdosing on Seven and the Ragged Tiger. I just kinda kept it on loop; it was crazy.
