06 September 2009

sikth (via meegan and dz)

Today I was walking in the forest. Everyone knows I am a forest nymph and subsist on tiny blueberries, the scent of bog laurel, and water from a tiny stream drawn up through my feet. A storm was coming in and the trees were creaking.

2 comments:

Megan Chapman said...

Ha! Love it that you picked up on DZ and my comments about his apparently favorite, great Sikth.

Did your forest trees speak in that accent as well...

Wrenna said...

The forests around here keep it down, staring somewhat blankly at British humour.