Wednesday, August 29, 2012
click on the last flower to watch the series wash away into the offing...
you were wild
you were too wild
you turned me wild
letting you go is death
inhaling you means negating me
and all that i stood for
i've learned you can't tame the wild
in the blink of an eye it's gone
the memories are transitioned to the scrapbook the way i wished them to be
but not how they were really lived
a man can change all the way around
and end up at the start
you are wild
wild presses on
CLICK HERE, RIGHT HERE AT THIS LINK
CLICK HERE FOR THE NAUGHTY HANGOUT
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Oh, gorgeous, riotous, wild colour!!
Wild does not hang around, it has to roam free.
Wild like the wind, like the flower, untamed and beautiful and lyrical like you... :*
(Oh, that song...)
kazi: that is the brutal truth
nv: i third that
cheeky: that metallic guitar solo near the end is beautifully jarring, huh?
I love the main shot, with its vibrant color. Which is not to say that the click-through isn't also awesome. And thanks for the link. I love Smashing Pumpkins. The band, not the Halloween activity.
jj: i believe "smashing pumpkins" is a rare Brit saying for tits...
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