lemondrops & gumdrops

The grayest cloud above my head sings of interment and plasticity.

FOLLOW YOUR INNER MOONLIGHT; DON'T FIGHT THE MADNESS

"...no girl had ever moved me with a story of spiritual suffering and so beautifully her soul, showing out radiant as an angel wandering in hell and the hell and the selfsame streets I'd roamed in watching, watching for someone just like her and never dreaming the darkness and the mystery and eventuality of our meeting in eternity."