N.W. Rambling
N.W. Rambling
Heavey hill climb through the evergreen
everliving
everdying
everreborn
Rainstorms tied up in such beautiful wrappings, promise of things to come?
Ing, the greenman, the wise old hermit of the evergreen. A marker? A clue?
Leave the letter that never begins to go find the latter that ever comes to end, written in smoke and blurred by mist and signed of solitude, sealed of night.
-James Joyce
-James Joyce
deep in the forest
at the bottom of a lake
dwells a hairy green man
he won't come out
you have to empty the water
bucket by bucket
and your hands and your hair and your bucket
will turn to gold
and he will set you free
the wilderman in you
at the bottom of a lake
dwells a hairy green man
he won't come out
you have to empty the water
bucket by bucket
and your hands and your hair and your bucket
will turn to gold
and he will set you free
the wilderman in you
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
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