“Idleness … does not consist in doing nothing, but in doing a great deal not recognized in the dogmatic formularies of the ruling class.”
”...the wind of multiple wings rustling in the distance, gracefully whispering the ingredients of a miracle…”
I am coming home to you with my own blood in my mouth.
And I am coming home to you if it’s the last thing that I do.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map