children shouldn't play with dead things - bob clarke 1972

i was in the forest jumping around daffodils while everyone was high on heroin. -rufus wainwright

...and on this fatal night, at this witching time, the starless sky laments black and unmoving.
the somber hues of an ominous, dark forest are suddenly illuminated under the emerging face of the full moon - kim elizabeth

a garden is a delight to the eye and a solace for the soul. - sadi

give my love to rose - jr cash