|Originally posted by djkopernikus |
Few extra shots from the same night/location:
Not smoked up in ages, but some bud with a nice big cup of tea and a friend or two in that situation would be fucking bliss.
Nothing lasts, nothing lasts, everything is changing into something else. Nothing is wrong, nothing is wrong, everything is on track...
You know, William Blake said... uh, nothing is lost. Nothing is lost and I... I really believe that, we only move on...