This is a magpie from the corvidae family (crows). This bird is following me recently. Not really sure what that means but after seeing a lot of interesting things about it, I’m making it my totem.
c86:
Hackpen Hill, Broad Hinton, Wiltshire, England | Reported 26th August
Probably the last crop circle of the 2012 season, one of 68 recorded in the UK this year. It should still be available to visit until Sunday before harvesting
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—// Circuit//
Shadows breathing behind my neck,
Destroying switches, what the heck?
Red cards floating, resistance appearing.
Pushed me into the light, so appealing.
At time ‘t’ equals zero plus,
Still confused of what she has.
At time ‘t’ equals infinity,
Hello! Guess what, electricity!
// IF FIRE WAS WATER//
this is far too mesmerizing not to reblog
(Source: micahgoulart.deviantart.com, via enimsay13)
// Roots But Fruits//
Disoriented, self composure so impossible,
But I asked something enough, something always available.
Comets are bombarding, making holes, so irreparable.
You gave me so much I can’t control, I can’t supple.
These are all sleet, half –baked, always half.
Now, I don’t know what to look at, these are all bluff.
Branches freezing and shaking without snow,
Waiting for the fruits to come out, are they ever? I don’t know.
// Rules Don’t Rule//
It’s probably one of those times when you surrender thinking.
Just so tired of following conventions and logical reasoning.
Discipline, completely ruled over by arrogance;
Sometimes even explaining it to be ‘by chance.’
We do know right and wrong, even fact and fiction.
But do know differences, tradition, emotion.
We do know how society dictates it all.
But there’s just a thin line in between, sometimes none at all.
// Wasted Time//
Blank pages waiting as my clock starts ticking.
What is it to hew what society’s uptaking?
We’re granted choices and you’ve chosen to use it now.
You chose to break my heart, broke what I thought is an indelible vow.
