so, inspired by forkkio, similar theme. seems to be a general feeling flowing around recently.

images of beauty
a sixtysix mile mural is contained within the corridors of my mind
a mural designed by the hands of a thousand artists
so let me begin by saying real fast;
silence please...

his inspiration was degraded, love and his passion for his talent, nah he hated it.
knees bent, rocking back on his heels staring at the shimmer of light in his hand
a tear of white paper blinding his sight like a thousand grains of sand
like humpty dumpty he rocked till he fell from his stand
he kissed the world goodbye painting a picture with the tears of his eye
pleading s.o.s, please send me a savior of life








uhaguasdhguiangmeovsihgoashsoiansegt.
too lazy to even get to the point.
no, not lazy. just not inspired.

hellodarkness.