red hair, black lungs

a reason to smile from six feet underground.

Greyscale season's finally here, yay.

01:39

Petrol price for october.

vacancy defect

from the trees, thousands of voices

And the light goes darker as I walk
As I dream, as I sink, I escape in the night

Need more surprising September for a change. But, first of all - I hope all of my planes won't burn in purgatory with me.  

funeral bloom

Moonspell makes my august diffuse. Photoshop is burning, my head's just ticking, meh much? 

nothing lasts forever

But I being poor have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

one-hundred-year storm

Out of focus, out of color, with thunders dancing around me. 
Celebrating.