Thou didst create the night, but I made the lamp. Thou didst create clay, but I made the cup. Thou didst create the deserts, mountains and forests, I produced the orchards, gardens and groves. It is I who made the glass out of stone, and it is I who turn a poison into an antidote.
Name: Lulu DOB: January 20 1989 Country: UK Occupation: Pharmacy Student
I don't want to fly - it's not true freedom. Go on, ask me about the crows and the starlings and the ladybirds. Not quick to trust but not quick to let go. I live in a land of macro, where every little thing matters and every little thing should be recorded. On film, preferably. Moving or static.
I don't dance but I'll spin and sing until my throat is hoarse. My greatest love is the world around me, and if it's broken I'll love it all the more.
Words are the bombs and bullets of our age and I'm not as careful with my artillery as I should be, but it's all written down line upon line, each in it's place. I'm an aspiring Robin Hood with a little less goodwill and a painter of maybes with a newspaper palate. Man versus nature.
I'm a watcher and a doer. A non-judgmental advocate with a dislike for the extreme of anything and fakery. And if I can't succeed, I'd rather fail spectacularly. There's nothing so bad as medium.