"What’s your favorite thing about her?"
"She still gets giddy when she sees a firefly."
I’m craving for your soul
A mindless fool wandering in a dream
full of darkness and love
Thoroughly embraced by the suns wrath
When will I hear your mind?
When will I hear your thoughts?
Around it swings and never comes to fall, but it rests
Hold my liquor, hold my soul!
I’m drunk of yours.
My every mind is twingled by substance,
and I even taste it! But -
When will I hear it?
„Mein Herr, die Kunst ist alle!“
Last of the roadsters… 1975 C3 convertible in Steel Blue
I’ll admit, there are some days I feel ‘unfunny’. Like my sense of humour escaped me or I left it behind absent-mindedly. I dislike those days. Sense of humour is a neat suit of armor. Keeps me all free and easy on the inside and disarming on the outside. My steps are lighter, my lips aren’t set…
Where is my art?
Where the fuck is my art?
Fuck, I love growing up.