Cielo.x.

And how

Visibility of the Planet is Dependable on It.

Beauty, has become the enemy; The Devil, the manipulation of outside forces looking in. Pushing down on me. Mother Nature please begin your genocide. I have no more to give, I have no more to be. I will never be the one. I'm trapped in his eye, the anorexic, pornographic eye. Staring.

Left and Waiting

.x.

That's a MAN!

In Due Time

Loss of love and love of plenty.

I don't know if it's that there are just too many people and not enough resources;

or rather the hot breath of Americans that are living in such a narrow field of

isolated operation.

It's just I feel as we should be wiped clean.

Start new.

Rebirth.

Perhaps Baptism to cleanse the earth of... Us.

I'll worship Madness, In fact I do.

Crazy Ass

Breath In Summer and Garden Good Times

via: La Tartine Gourmande

Summer Inspirations