Tuesday, May 15, 2007
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.
Previous Posts
- outland
- φάιβ.
- Doctor Jekyll and i try to hide
- running boy
- blood on my hands
- D.A.N.C.E.
- καλύτερα να μασάς
- till human voices wake us
- they shoot horses, don't they?
- counting days to summer
6 Comments:
χριστέ μου τι τέλειο!!! μπεεεεεεεεξαιρετικό!
Εγω παντως ζαλιζομαι.
Είναι μια γέφυρα πάνω από τον ποταμό Μπεεεεεεεκόνγκ.
(κάποιος να κατεβεί απ'το τρενάκι)
...και μετά μπορείς να χαθείς στα βάθη της ζούγκλας
ΑαααΑαααΑαααΑΑΑ
Tarzan? is that you?
It's like a jungle sometimes that makes me wonder how i keep from goin' under..
υπάρχει ακόμα η γέφυρα, γι' αυτό...
:)
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