Wolfpack wrote:I'm the Wolfpack of the Late Night Discussion Room.
OK. Since you was there I think you have already seen this possible connection with this classical poem:Wolfpack wrote:"Dripped through" has more sense to me. As if spring rain is dripping through bones which might resemble the winter.
A pack of wolves! the Lord be gracious to me!
[...]
O sister, Sirens though they be, were such
As chanted on the blanching bones of men?
from "The Princess" (Alfred Tennyson, 1847).
From when I found that I've thought of a Syd unsatisfied and hounded by packs of fans who would go on to be "gripped" just to his mortal remains (the blanched bones) in the years upcoming, perhaps thinking he did the same thing for his heroes (Bob Dylan and the classic poets).
I see that too but then who has conceived that must have the brain really burned by some drug.danielcaux wrote:looks like an old lady with a bishop hat screaming while spreading her arms and legs, with all her vagina covered in blood... what do I have doctor?
