don't let it die
posted by schottkey at 09:36
Wednesday, April 26, 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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- There is a light
- Απεδείχθη δε κατά φύσιν, ημίν ούσα η μουσική
- (Re)make my day
- somewhere
- Morvern Callar
- Watercolors
- Don't techno for an answer.
- Βatman is just Robin's boyfriend
- one million miles away from love
- Τσόπστικς.
3 Comments:
Eσύ ειδικά μη μιλάς για crash.. :)
Blow out the candle, I will burn again tomorrow..
yes, maybe.
but it's time to wake up, like a living dead..
And in came a heatwave
A merciful save
You choose, you chose
Poetry over prose
This city is George Romero’s landscape.
I’ve armed myself with crosses.
The rabid’s coming in a mall near you..
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