Fucking Feefs mind sucking realisations tear at the soul looking for heroes that never existed only ever in my mind, all fucking feefs in the end. cut the cords with magical swords in the night, they come to steal their kisses softly tread the feefs of the innocent the innocent awake no longer whole then spend eternity trying to find what they lost the unnamable, the unthinkable, it all happens here no surprises, not really, we knew they were gone the quest is fruitless time over time to find what was mine. Petra Creffield 2001