The Dismal GardenThere once was a beautiful and luscious garden, filled with muted grays and pastels. Oh, the taste of the sweetest leaves that grew around a mound of brush and twine. What could become of such temptation?The girl, so soft and white. She had eyes and hair of coal, as black as the stray passing by. Her lips were those of a doll. Velvety red rose petals. But it wasn't the roses she fancied.She was drawn to the leaves of a strangely colored flower, entwined around a tell of vines and grasses. The flowers, so black they almost mirrored with her eyes. The petals topped with yellow trodden speckles. She was drawn to the leaves and couldn't help but sample their delights.A swallow perched nearby and began to speak. He told her that the flowers were sordid blooms from the tomb. She was puzzled at the silly talk of the bird and listened as he continued with his story. He explained that the catacombs stood below the beautiful garden, and a mysterious growth of the speckled flowers emerged from
P.C.PreachingI just spent 30 minutes on a bus staring at a wall;someone wrote in Japanese, English, French"drift away."