Sunday, January 18, 2009

Where the Forlorn Things Are

I love how melancholy all the wild things appear to be.

This is the way the world is, children.

This is the way the world ends. (With deep, swollen regrets.)

Dark times, brothers and sisters. Bleak and frigid. Sunlight in the distance but we've got many hours to go before then.

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