Goodbye, I say, goodbye, as I disappear little by little into the middle of the middle of my own spectacular now — Tim Tharp Copy Share Image
“Goodbye. Goodbye. I can't feel you anymore. The night is almost too beautifully pure for my soul to contain. I walk with my arms spread open under the big fat moon. Heroic weeds rise up from the cracks in the… — Tim Tharp Copy Share Image
