tada. aint the maroon so gorgeous? only thing is, i feel like scrubbing the teeny splotches of black off my moniter. -scrubs-
forget it. anyway- the maroon inspired me. it reminded me of a poem by G.K Chesterton, The Donkey, and its beautiful. honest! after you read it, you'll be like "damn i feel inspired". if you don't, ummm.. well. we'll see.
The Donkey
When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely i was born;
With monstrous ears and sickening cry And ears like errant wings The devil's walking parody On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth, Of ancient crooked will; Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb, I keep my secret still.
Fools! For i also had my hour; One far fierce hour and sweet: There was a shout about my ears And palms before my feet.
isn't it gorgeous? "the moon was blood."-that was the part that reminded me.
