Tonight, i wish i knew where true happiness and love came from. Wishing it was as easy as making a deal with Rumplestiltskin. Or finding it in a bottle contained in the belly of a dragon. Yea, it wouldnt seem as scary that way to me.
Starvation, no eating.
Spring Time? Sure feels like it. Well played Mother Nature, with the wonderful assistant of global warming, of course.
Don’t write checks your updo can’t cash.
…emphasis on scary.
Ahhhhhah made her look like she was a member if the Gorilaz
UNKNOWN MASTER, German
Ars Moriendi (The Art of Dying)
Woodcut, 219 x 162 mm
National Gallery of Art, Washington