Tuesday, January 31, 2006
About Me
- Name: schottkey
- Location: Cloud 1001011
Thinking of the other's dreams, of corridors winding in upon themselves, muted tints of ancient carpet . . . An old man, a head made of jewels, a taut pale face with eyes that were mirrors . . . And a beach in the wind and dark.
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2 Comments:
confetti?
Oι Απόκριες με κατέθλιβαν πάντα.
Any other choices?
Red frog rain maybe?
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