No more vibrating in a lonely cosmos for Cem Habib. He has left Cheyne Capital. He has turned his back on the mystical life.
O Master, is this the promised end? Or image of that horror?
Don't quote King Lear at me, you little twat. You're not clever.
Howl, howl, howl! Oh, you are a man of stone! Had I your tongue and eyes I'd use them so that heaven's vault should crack. Cem's gone forever.
Fuck off!
O Master, is this the promised end? Or image of that horror?
Don't quote King Lear at me, you little twat. You're not clever.
Howl, howl, howl! Oh, you are a man of stone! Had I your tongue and eyes I'd use them so that heaven's vault should crack. Cem's gone forever.
Fuck off!
