November bloodshed
When bloom of bloodshed´s darkly bled; see corpses rise from soil and grave. the zombies dance to songs of dread; when bloom of bloodshed´s darkly bled through rain and wind […]
When bloom of bloodshed´s darkly bled; see corpses rise from soil and grave. the zombies dance to songs of dread; when bloom of bloodshed´s darkly bled through rain and wind […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Verba volant, scripta manent !
About fantastical places and other stuff