Friday, November 14, 2008
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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- Convextion
- μεγάλο νούμερο
- μια θέση στον ήλιο
- κακές σκέψεις
- το μαύρο σαξόφωνο
- beached
- up for the weekend
- Change?
- Some Friday tunes
- michael myers and jason voorhees
3 Comments:
πώς μια στιγμή απο τις στιγμές μπορει να έχει τόσο συναισθημά?
Ίσως επειδή κάθε στιγμή είναι μια επιθυμία.....
i still can't read most of this blog, but it's nice to see that somebody gets me.
So, this pic is yours. That’s nice.
Well, you don’t need to talk Greek to “get” this blog. I think sometimes pics say more than a thousand words. And sometimes the connection of what i’m thinking, with this pic, might be the same one like you had taking it..
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