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Entry for Valentine's Day/Dragobete/Martisor e.a.

Tags: spring Thursday February 21, 2008 - 05:13pm (EST) Permanent Link | 0 Comments

Entry for December 24, 2007

Tags: a_dog's_faith Monday December 24, 2007 - 08:29pm (EST) Permanent Link | 0 Comments

ON. AND ON. AND ON... :) I cannot help it :)... meet Mr. Ernest Hemingway!

Tags: ernest_hemingway, infancy, schatz Monday July 30, 2007 - 05:10pm (EDT) Permanent Link | 0 Comments

so

Such a lonely day
And its mine
The most loneliest day of my life

Such a lonely day
Should be banned
This day that I can't stand

The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life

Such a lonely day
Shouldn’t exist
A day that Ill never miss
Such a lonely day
And its mine
The most loneliest day of my life

And if you go, I wanna go with you
And if you die, I wanna die with you

Take your hand and walk away

The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life
Life

Such a lonely day
And its mine
A day that I’m glad I survived (System of a Down...

Tags: seiv Sunday July 29, 2007 - 10:15pm (EDT) Permanent Link | 1 Comment

Seiv

(This is a classical "Matrix" image). A penny for your thoughts. And back to memories of movement one. Movement two merges incompletely into movement one. There's this one dark beacon left. There's the reddish blue pill and there's the blueish red pill, looks pretty much like pill addiction, anyway, and there's almost no time left, and that is no time. Duskwatch.
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AMON TOBIN, FIELD EXCURSION RECORDING
there's the hunt for the five abyssal creatures at:

amon tobin artsy photo

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(Reversed movements now). DAMIEN RICE
Damien Rice - Eskimo Lyrics
Tiredness fuels empty thoughts
I find myself disposed
Brightness fills empty space
In search of inspiration
Harder now with higher speed
Washing in on top of me
So I look to my eskimo friend
I look to my eskimo friend
I look to my eskimo friend
When I'm down, down, down.

Rain it wets muddy roads
I find myself exposed
Tapping doors, but irritate
In search of destination
Harder now with higher speed
Washing in on top of me
So I look to my eskimo friend
I look to my eskimo friend
I look to my eskimo friend