The Winter Does What It Can For

Life Is Not At All What You Might Think It To Be A Simple Tale Where Each Thing Has Its History It's Much More Than Its Scuffle And Anything Goes Both Evil And Good, Subject To The Same Laws.

We Are Prisoners Of The World's Demented Sink. The Soft Enchantments Of Our Years Of Innocence Are Harvested By Accredited Experience Our Fondest Memories Soon Turn To Poison And Only Oblivion Remains In Season.

All Beauty, Resonance, Integrity, Exist By Deprivation Or Logic Of Strange Position.

Imagine A Painter Crucified By His Subject!

Once You've Lived In France, You Don't Want To Live Anywhere Else, Including France.