Sketch-blog of an alien-cat-sorcerer.

Posts tagged “strange

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,
Thy youth’s proud livery, so gaz’d on now,
Will be a tatter’d weed, of small worth held:
Then being ask’d where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserv’d thy beauty’s use,
If thou couldst answer, ‘This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,’
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it

FROM fairest creatures we desire increase

FROM fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.

The common curse of mankind, – folly and ignorance

Nature teaches beasts to know their friends

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind

Everyone can master a grief but he that has it

‘T’is neither here nor there.

I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at

My love’s more richer than my tongue

Nothing will come of nothing.

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it; he died as one that had been studied in his death to throw away the dearest thing he owed, as ‘t were a careless trifle

Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more

Beware the ides of March

Muerte & Moon Plant

Dig on Plant, dig on Love. Life is the preparation for the transition to the other realm.

Despair and Doze.















This one’s for all the little beasts.

Feel Me:
























Well, Who?

Push the limits.

What is this Love?



  Could this be Love?

Gardin is Here.


Find Me.

     It ain’t hard to tell.


  My pretties…

Just Do Me a Favor, Will Ya?


Can You Dig the Strange Times?



Snakey Time

Can you feel it?

Don’t Tell Me How to Explore the Vast Reaches of Consciousness



Love Luv

Happy Thanks Giving :)

Happy Thanksgiving  :)

Can’t Kill Me.

Can't Kill Me