Art is long and time is fleeting and our hearts though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating, Funeral marches to the grave..
"The flowers of evil"-C.Baudelaire
8.2.09
Read me a bedtime story..
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Goodnight comb Goodnight brush
Goodnight old lady whispering "hush" Goodnight room Goodnight moon Goodnight cow jumping over the moon Goodnight light, and the red balloon... ……… Goodnight air Goodnight noiseseverywhere!