Hey you, what do you see? Something beautiful? Something free?

Here, have a tiny poem.

One by one
down we fall
til there's no-one left
none at all

They said 'aren't you that suicide bomber that blew up that bus last year?' I said 'no' They said 'yes' I said 'You're not thinking this through...'

I'm feeling too lazy to do any real posting today... but I shall... eventually.
For now you're just going to have to make do with a couple of my photos taken on my little old camera. I say 'little old' because Dad has given me his speccy camera for a christmas/birthday present and it is the most awesome thing in the world! Anywho, enjoy and I will talk to you all later.

Best,
Caitlin

Bee

Tree Roots

Hey little bird, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children are alone

I've made a decision.
I'm going to become a hermit. It's quite an appealing option when you think about it - firstly, I won't have to deal with people (so there goes any need to look after my physical appearance or really care what I do and when I do it) and secondly, I figure once I go mad (which is inevitable as I see it) I won't get lonely because The Voices will be there to keep me company.
Its win-win really.

I don't see no holes in the road but you

Passenger of mine oh
Passenger my mind
aches
just for you
aches
it
adores you
I dream and
you won't leave me
alone
just let me go oh
please
Passenger
just leave
Passenger
just go
Passenger
oh please

please

We can't go on like this

I can't go on like this

Like a harpoon, like a harpoon...

Where for art thou, oh my muse?