the dread reality of life is that we are adrift in a world which ceased to understand us but we still find a strange comfort in our surroundings and in our imaginary conversations with distant lovers. still we sing the blue song about love gone cold.
2 comments:
barão.
perto do minhocão.
perto.
:-D
perto? embaixo do minhocão, na sombra permanente
hahahaa feeling dark today?
very pretty.... like the way a sharpened straight-razor is pretty....
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