Thursday, 27 August 2009

grey for a grey day

so they say, the world will end in 2012.

green fields, no more monday morning.

over population, i'd rather be down a rabbit hole

away from it-all

Tuesday, 18 August 2009

To die in beautiful water; of sombre euphoric rhythms and beats
To lie back in the warm water of the sea, listening to end of night songs
What a beautiful ride
What a beautiful life