Thursday, May 3, 2012

Garden of Choice




Lobstrocities



The hourglass of time is a sickening device that spins on its own accord. When you glance at its core, the mind is twisted with its spinning madness. Looking away after that moment is pointless, because that is all that can be seen. Its shape or colors might have changed, but the emptiness of life stains your vision eternally.


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