Friday, March 5, 2010

Van Gogh, Tormented

My darling, my tormented Vincent,
Why did you allow your heart to deny the final truth,
Still as a breath held as a sigh, Still as a heart that denies The final truth, the breaking news, On the edge of a moment Where we hope and we pray That there's still time.

There's always time...


  1. 'EAR! 'EAR!!!


    I'll get me coat...;-)

  2. Hahaha!! You are so funny! Btw, I was just listening to your podcast. I LOVE your accent! (it's sexy..)

  3. There's always time...

    Seemed like there always used to be, I'm not so sure anymore though. Well, I'm sure there is time for a few more camping trips.

  4. Speaking of which, when will you be returning to Spirit Doings?


Go ahead, you can do it! Just whistle if you want me. You know how to whistle, don't you? You just put your lips together and BLOW....

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