memory, two-faced bitch where once in gold is written pitch where once was bad now is some longing in times uncertain no memory's certain. outside my door is well-known ground, so well known from a furtive look I know the rules and nature that I ride, but in this pit of rue I suffer the quagmire, my eternal torment is memory's desire. s.r.p. [-.-.-][.(.).]Return to index.