The summer grasses;
all that remains,
Of autumn dreams.
Seasons change, I think its best we learn to love them all.
The summer grasses;
all that remains,
Of autumn dreams.
Seasons change, I think its best we learn to love them all.
Enjoy writing about current affairs in a satirical and creative way - in many ways this website is just an archive of all the things I feel passion for. When everything in the world seems so serious at the moment this is my outlet for the madness. Feel free to contact us with stories or your own ideas. Thanks