Also refer to Rimbaud poem. Vincent Van Gogh, The Night Cafe, 1888. I went off with my hands in my torn coat pockets;. My overcoat too was becoming ideal;. I travelled beneath the sky, Muse! And I was your vassal;. What marvellous loves I dreamed of! My only pair of breeches had a big whole in them. 8211; Stargazing Tom Thumb, I sowed rhymes along my way. My tavern was at the Sign of the Great Bear. 8211; My stars in the sky rustled softly.

This hit me like a bus.

Julie-Ann and I have decided to take a holiday from this bloggy. I am so busy here. And Julie-Ann is flat out with the Decorating Forum. However, this is not to say we will be gone forever. Who knows? So thanks for all your support. We love you and will see you over on YOUR blogs.

The only tag that matters. Ye old favorite gif page. Where all is funny, sartie or both. I ship Artie with practically everyone. Artie, Sam, Becky. Crackshipping, the hair jokes, Blame it on the alcohol, making fun of Blaine, Artie ships in general,. On 23 Mar, 15 4068 notes.