You’re circling failure in a rapidly decaying orbit
September 2012
Pretty women don't mind me
August 2012
Although sunset isn't bad
COEXIST.
I want more Island & Night Time stuff! More Jamie dammit.
“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.”
—The Road
Cormac McCarthy
Cormac McCarthy
