Discussion in 'Photography and Imaging' started by strollingbones, Apr 7, 2010.
My wife calls me Crocus when I am at the bottom of the last bottle of the day.
Good night Crocus, you are not sleeping in here tonight Crocus, where have you been Crocus.
I had no clue it was based on something so beautiful.
Do you think she might actually love me?
There are of course two other possibilities, my wants me to join a Goth heavy metal band or die?
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