February 2012
3 posts
naitre:
“It was mid-summer, when the alchemy of Nature transmutes the sylvan landscape to one vivid and almost homogeneous mass of green; when the senses are well-nigh intoxicated with the surging seas of moist verdure and the subtly indefinable odours of the soil and the vegetation. In such surroundings the mind loses its perspective; time and space become trivial and unreal, and echoes...
Daydreaming -Dark Dark Dark
Oh land I can see for...
seltaire:
a tumbleweed blows across the forsaken wasteland of “PLANET EARTH.” it is just a tangled mass of dicks.
