Kutna Hora Bone Chapel

Paris Catacombs

Interesting story, here.

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The Daisy follows soft the Sun—
And when his golden walk is done—
Sits shyly at his feet—
He—waking—finds the flower there—
Wherefore—Marauder—art thou here?
Because, Sir, love is sweet!

We are the Flower—Thou the Sun!
Forgive us, if as days decline—
We nearer steal to Thee!
Enamored of the parting West—
The peace—the flight—the Amethyst—
Night's possibility!

Emily Dickinson

Quote for the Day

"They probably just ran out of crank."

Midnight Song

Quote for the Day

"That's probably not as good for as you think it is."

This Could Get Ugly.

Purple ink is spilling on everything over here. Even Prince would be appalled. Must press on, though, an insane task though it is. You'll want to burn after reading. Probably, you'll have no choice.