Flexandflows: “The Trees Cry Out As They Die, But You Cannot Hear Them. I Lie Here. I Listen To The Pain Of The Forest And Feel The Ache Of The Bullet In My Chest And Dream Of The Day When I Will Finally Crunch That Gun Woman’s Head In My Jaws…
leperwitchphotos:Last night’s snow moon obscured by little tree blossoms. 02/10/17
