they stared at the orange walls. until ththeir faces turned pale. and their eyes became glued to spots that had been created by their warped minds. entwined thoughts. drenched in orange. questions? answers? tinted with the sickly glow. where were their minds now? siberia had never felt so close.

eastern elegance.

simplicity.

90's grunge in my soul.

bell bottom blues.

let the wild wind carry you.

boots made for dancing.