Dark side of the Moon

It's about two third of my side.
I know the picture isn't good. Man, 'twas 24h, I was up since 6h30, had a good dream, a bad dream and a massive axe-powered, cliff-throwing massacre. Got lost in the woods around 8h45. Stood outside watching the frost receding, Fletch's cigarettes and Steve's scar. Played with sands, biotite and quartz, some obsidian chips. I'll have to ask Steve where it got the scar from. He'll probably get my eyes off for that.
I think I broke another pHmeter. Am I good at this or what?
Twelve hours later, I was showered and at Craig's house.
So, promised you the Dark side of the Moon.
The amazing pictures are from Craig Miller. I seem to get nowhere near a good picture lately. I noticed.
Possibly Laura will do something on it. The Moon's blue halo at the base is also Craig's.

I guess now I'm entitled to go crazy.

The sands of time

Last week, the delicate hands of green-eyed Laura, a red ribbon adorning her wrist, were looking after the sands of time.So, according to Brad, I have to lay my body somewhere now and hopefully, You'd get the dark side of the Moon next.