"Tones strike the hour, asking
Why is sanity sour? Scouring sobriety,
Lectures of impropriety through example."

Loved this... Time reminds us of our humanity, and how life is nothing if not insane. If life is insane, then how are we suppose to be sane inside of it? Drink up, smoke up... Let's get insane.

Probably totally butchered the true meaning of that, but that's what I got from it... lol... We all see what we wanna see, eh? :D

Beautiful poem as always. And great pictures, I swear when I look at them the smoke is moving o.O