[VictorianKitty]

some messed up stuff

[Cumulonimbus]

Very cool pics

[Faline]

[Bastet]

Bodies here, bodies there...Fucked up but oh so intriguing stuff

[Sharon]

This is the sort of thing my dad loves to look at, the morbid sod. Hypocrite? Moi? Never!

[knny77]

neat

[Airbornemama]

[xxdead_angelxx]

All that french has me in the mood for french toast and french fries all of a sudden.

[collaredgirl65]

[Feirefiz]

And what is this silence, too, this prodigious silence? There is no sound, except when from time to time a lump of earth slips into the water, in the middle of this fantastic paralysis of the world. No one is firing. There are no shells, for they would not burst. There are no bullets, either, for the men----

Ah, the men! Where are the men?

We see them gradually. Not far from us there are some stranded and sleeping hulks so molded in mud from head to foot that they are almost transformed into inanimate objects.

Some distance away I can make out others, curled up and clinging like snails all along a rounded embankment, from which they have partly slipped back into the water. It is a motionless rank of clumsy lumps, of bundles placed side by side, dripping water and mud, and of the same color as the soil with which they are blended.

Henri Barbusse, "Under Fire", 1916