fear of (a) average mind

you are human, no thing you do is wrong

flamin' flippin' II #

Without love you are great

the pavement is full of birth flies today, Birds in a frenzied waltz feast on silver wings.

all beauty is gone
there is nothing left on the earth, there is no beauty anymore
every songs is sung
every art is done
there will never again be greatness in the world
we can now get on with killing ourselves

she tastes like the river

a cold water pool

within the storm the sun came out, shining green leaves against thunder blue