Iohannis

:thumb158283617: :thumb138593970: That I might be a part of this, Ripple on water from a lonesome drip A fallen tree that witnessed me, Him alone, him and me. :thumb91524568: :thumb177238546: And that life itself could not aspire, To have someone be so admired, I threw creation to my kin, With a silence broken by a whispered wind. :thumb90054652: :thumb160680350: All of this can be broken, All of this can be broken, Hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground. :thumb180460956: :thumb155275903: (From Devil's Spoke http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fs-xxv3ucBg by Laura Marling) (For your consideration, a version http://

:thumb173697039: :thumb172546709: Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. :thumb136713145: :thumb10567331: Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin'. For the loser now Will be later to win :thumb167189264: :thumb172502756: Fo

What an utter relief. :flame: I haven't been able to flee into a proper, deep, fairly old, Finnish forest for the entire summer but now I'll finally have the opportunity to revive from my torpor, at least for a few days before a painfully dear friend of mine might ascend on our reluctantly post-socialist country's soil late this week. No features this time. Such would be a little irresponsible of me. I have some winter ones and some Aubrey Beardsley ones gently brewing, but I'm simply otherwise too concentrated to pay any analytic attention to art at this very moment. I've packed my tent, my sleeping bag, the necessary knives, a compass and