
The beauty.
The colors.
The design.
The fine details.
The watchful eye.
No picture can be painted
or statue created to capture
this perfection,
this awe-inspiring wonder.
Here’s to the creator.
The beauty.
The colors.
The design.
The fine details.
The watchful eye.
No picture can be painted
or statue created to capture
this perfection,
this awe-inspiring wonder.
Here’s to the creator.
The beauty.
The colors.
The design.
The fine details.
The watchful eye.
No picture can be painted
or statue created to capture
this perfection,
this awe-inspiring wonder.
Here’s to the creator.
Dead Silence (2007)
Puppets terrify me.
What if they suddenly come to life?
Who will be pulling their strings?
Will they attack us?
Your nightmares will tell you,
or at least mine will.
Is the end really the end?
Does life continue in another realm?
Do the dead walk among us?
I hope so.
And I hope they’re friendly.