Two massive Roegadyn meet, their craggy beards bristle in anticipation. Both wearing playful egg bonnets, both surrounded by veritable rainbows of painted crafts, they approach each other on the field - but do they battle... or do they longingly, lovingly embrace?
...at least that's how I've been following this thread. A great contrast is at work within your signature banners.
Edited, Apr 28th 2011 12:12pm by KaneKitty
____________________________"... he called to himself a wizard, named Gallery, hoping by this means to escape the paying of the fifteen hundred crowns..." (Machen 15) "Thus opium is pleasing... on account of the agreeable delirium it produces." (Burke para.6) "I could only read so much for this paper and the syphilis poem had to go."