witch bottle

(via doctor-autobot)

"nec mihi mille iugis Campania pinguis aratur,
    nec bibit e gemma divite nostra sitis,
nec tamen inviso pectus mihi carpitur auro,
    nec mixta aera paro clade, Corinthe, tua."

--Goold's Propertius III.5 (1990)

('I own no rich soil of Campania ploughed by a thousand yoke of oxen, nor do I refresh my thirst from jewelled goblets: yet my heart is not seized by greed for hateful gold, nor collect I fused bronzes from your destruction, Corinth.')

The weirdness is coming.

ZAHIR
scent of ANISE
melting mists · vagrant HILLS
story made by kiteslipt ISLET
cloud RESTS

Third faction of the circus.

(pic by karl kempton on fb)