John Martin

John Martin
Great Day of his Wrath

Sunday, 19 September 2010

On a sleepy summers evening one had tea with the shrews.

Trail blazing and smoke ridden hazes, what on earth are we doing here?

Subdued but waiting... Floating away on a strawberry tide, at least we're moving somewhere.

The only thing more absurd than this mind boggling life is our ego-complex.

But not more absurd than a tap dancing astronaut,

After all, in space... one can hear you dancing.

It feels fucking incredible regardless.

En passant, c'est la vie!

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