November 12, 2016November 10, 2016 day 137 . finality finally ready to fall past the blooming meadow sink through the intoxicating soil spill through the pulverizing stones till comfortably drowned in the sultry inferno Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Published by madmagpie bipolar, clown, poet, wordbutcher, doom, gloom, love, espresso, paradise, lost, beyond View all posts by madmagpie