and dreams they are, just castles in the air...
Did the Phoenix dream? Could it? Does it? Dreams of sweet nothings? Nightmares? The emerald green of paddy fields transforming to crimson walls of fire?
Wake up poet.
The times - they aren't a'changin, this world is largely fake...
22 Oct 2013
...the enigmatic emu farm
Further to my earlier thoughts on emu farming, news of the emus exit. And lots of money made on the side.