Tag: b/w

No one likes my solutions
So quick bright things come to confusion
It is not night when I do see your face
The summer still doth tend upon my state
Look on my works, ye Mighty, …
… and despair!
Snakes didn’t play fetch
He spooned up his soup by candlelight
There are abstractionists
And there are tinkerers
Aren’t you on the internest?
To hear the sea-maid’s music
I raised a hand to my scalp
I have a stupid question
The door opens
The monkey noises got louder
The basement below was pitch black
The footfalls are light
That was sleep, not a blackout
All right then, that’s good
He did not control the mist
I should explain about the tents
I had plenty of dots
I just had to connect them
A storm would soon break
But I never stopped wondering
Let’s hear it for the little birds
We need to buy a tortoise
I know a vulture with a conscience
No locksmith can open that door
There was a sadness in the stillness of dusk
Fair is foul, and foul is fair
Hover through the fog and filthy air
Now we’re going to get in trouble
I was hoping you hadn’t noticed
Now it is the time of night
And the wolf behowls the moon
These bloggers are an angry bunch
He had large hands
He had built cyclotrons
No one notices, but it is exactly right
This was no flower hidden in a rose
Maybe the camera was his shield
I used to sing in a choir
I know how to sing
The waitress sighed
I don’t want lipstick
The beer was dark and sweet
You must be alive
I never thought of that