

Hipster JacketDespair is an old coat Hipster Jacket
well worn, but quite presentable. A timeless fashion really, it never goes out of style.
The irony must be noted however, that Our Ladys robes are old and tattered, for it is much easier
to sin than to be.


The light and the wavesSo we beat on, boats against current, born back ceaselessly into the pastThe light and the waves
- The Great Gatsby
Winter never fit her right. She was always, in a way, scared. Too much time alone, time to think. But shed always done more than enough of that.
The breeze felt good. in a masochistic sort of way, as she walked the streets
streets that hardly understand
How could they though? They werent there Its hard to believe that anything was. That anything belonged to that ethereal painting.
Spri


And she...Yet when we came back, late, from the hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Oed' und leer das Meer. - The Waste Land, TS EliotAnd she...
And she danced a waltz. I couldnt help but smile as her skirt swished through the grain. That green hem swaying to the rhythm of the wind. I couldve sat there for hours.
And she ordered a cup of tea. We sat, and talked and laughed. Nothing important,
Thanks for the fav
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Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius
Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius, Dr. Zaius
Oooooh, Dr. Zaius!
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*FractalDreams ~ultrafractal *Apophysis =Digital-Art-Club
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a bad mother fucker with a heart of gold;
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