When I think about you, flowers grow out of my grave.
- ► 2011 (25)
- as we all go soft, for a second.
- Every man is a peece of the Continent
- Requiescat in pace; tell me all your thoughts on d...
- Forgive me for the inundation
- dissident European art
- vibrations of life
- It was never to be built.
- Those lights we call stars
- lepidoptery, in the time of vn
- this thing looks like that thing
- Architecturally (Ir)Relevant
- she take my money
- oiled up
- ▼ June (13)