Datta: what have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment’s surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existedWhich is not to be found in our obituaries Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor In our empty rooms
Sisyphos about 10 years ago
A little Seasonal Affective Disorder, Oliver?
thirdguy about 10 years ago
He nearly got airborne there!
DeltaMikeUno about 10 years ago
The Red Hour is here! FESTIVAL! FESTIVAL!
Chithing Premium Member about 10 years ago
Bleah, bleah, bleah, bleah? Sounds painful.
SharkNose about 10 years ago
“Annual wild abandon”? Mine is at least weekly and for at least 10 seconds!
CougarAllen about 10 years ago
Datta: what have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment’s surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existedWhich is not to be found in our obituaries Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor In our empty rooms