The book
We are the weirdos, mister.
Bic pen and orange pencil crayon.
Sometimes dead is better.
Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog...
Every time I try to fly I fall...
Be humble...
What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open.
Get up in the morning, torture a typewriter until it screams, then stop.
What's hidden in an empty box?
the smell of heartbreak in the air
Old Illusions
Rest is not idleness
grow separately without growing apart
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
Flight pattern: Erratic
A warm house on a cold winter night...
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold.
i'll love you and I'll make you laugh
both a woman and a beast
In the beginning, there was darkness.
Thank you for your visit