Friday, January 05, 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
- one hit wonder?
- Cul-de-Sac
- Renaissance
- Nature never produces the same beat twice
- δεκαπέντε ρεμίξ
- πάπα γουόζ
- Can we walk that road again?
- Current Listening
- a rainbow in curved air
- korzybski
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