shades_of_night birdmad paint the sky in purple and black and wrap myself in night like a thick winter blanket 030613 ... sixteen the shades of night are racing in horizontal lines across a girl's wrist. she wears too many bracelets too much makeup and too much black. She calls herself "Crow". she smiles too much. Crow wears night as eyeliner, nail polish, hairdye. moons and stars and the sound of stillness hanging around her trying to bum a cigarette. Night is a fashion statement, but in the morning Crow is muted and hidden under covers snuggled and smiling. 030614 what's it to you? who go blather from