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Thursday, 21 April 2011
Saturday, 9 April 2011
Freedom
Wednesday, 6 April 2011
Friday, 1 April 2011
Beat(niks)
Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.
William S. Burroughs
William S. Burroughs
Wednesday, 30 March 2011
XXI century Youth is calling
Oh you pretty girls, pretty boys.
What a tremendous power has stolen your delicate temptation, that perfect seduction. Hidden under unnameable self significance high above the sky, stars... Words - deep as a sea and brightness that you shine. Oh you pretty gods and goddesses of rusty iron.
Have you ever felt love?
What a tremendous power has stolen your delicate temptation, that perfect seduction. Hidden under unnameable self significance high above the sky, stars... Words - deep as a sea and brightness that you shine. Oh you pretty gods and goddesses of rusty iron.
Have you ever felt love?
Friday, 25 March 2011
Pack up your troubles, let's head out
Where did you see emptiness last time?
Three crossroads away. On the corner of my street.
Three crossroads away. On the corner of my street.
Wednesday, 23 March 2011
Friday, 18 March 2011
Gods, gods! What did this woman need?
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Out Of Control
Sunday, 13 March 2011
Sunday, 27 February 2011
Monday, 21 February 2011
On the top of the world. Part 2
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
On the top of the world. Part 1
Tuesday, 8 February 2011
Soulmate
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
Friday, 28 January 2011
Thursday, 27 January 2011
Tuesday, 25 January 2011
Stars and stars
"As suburban children we floated at night in swimming pools the temperature of blood; pools the color of Earth as seen from outer space. We would float and be naked—pretending to be embryos, pretending to be fetuses—all of us silent save for the hum of the pool filter. Our minds would be blank and our eyes closed as we floated in warm waters, the distinction between our bodies and our brains reduced to nothing—bathed in chlorine and lit by pure blue lights installed underneath diving boards. Sometimes we would join hands and form a ring like astronauts in space; sometimes when we felt more isolated in our fetal stupor we would bump into each other in the deep end, like twins with whom we didn’t even know we shared a womb. "
Sunday, 23 January 2011
Tuesday, 18 January 2011
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