About Me
In time, no one will remember our work
Our life will pass like the traces of a cloud
And be scattered like mist that is chased by the
Rays of the sun
For our time is the passing of a shadow
And our lives will run like sparks through the stubble.
I place a delphinium, Blue, upon your grave
MEMBER SINCE: January 2003
into: mud puddles | dinosaurs | thumbtacks | tin cans | houseplants | dirty dishes
I'm out y'all. If I ever get into the position where I've got disposable income, I may be back.
If for some reason you want to continue reading my long-winded diatribes, shoot me a message and I'll give you an url.
If for some reason you want to continue reading my long-winded diatribes, shoot me a message and I'll give you an url.




















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