singing is fire February 6 / AntiJenX / 2 Comments I love how the branches are like ink running down a page. I don’t think I could ever live in a city again. (title from Charles Bukowski. See also the Pretty & Twisted song, it kicks ass) Uncategorized Previous post criminal acts, criminal places Next post always wonderin’ what’s around the corner 2 Comments Bunny February 6 at 9:11 pm Sigh. Reply ScottO March 23 at 7:52 pm Gorgeous! (Catching up–my reader app lost this blog when you changed URLs.) Reply Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Δ
I love how the branches are like ink running down a page.
Sigh.
Gorgeous!
(Catching up–my reader app lost this blog when you changed URLs.)