fairyjochen:
Lie Tigru !
I'm sick of constantly worrying about how I feel
sky:
I like the pictures
and ^ I know how you feel. I am always worrying.
and ^ I know how you feel. I am always worrying.
fairyjochen:
Blackbird singing in the dead of light
fairyjochen:
I'm sick of constantly worrying about how I feel
viottoli di cemento grigio umidi che partono in ogni direzione e convergono monotoni verso un punto in lontananza avvolto nella nebbia. la luce continua a piegarsi e il paesaggio si fa di un colpo meno trasparente. il narratore si interroga sui mezzi che cambiano i fini, sul potere che cambia le parole, sull'amore che cambia le parole, sulla violenza che cambia le ragioni in torto,sulla...
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Non trattenete le lacrime, perch vi mostrano vivi. 
Ma in SGland non vale ci
Ma in SGland non vale ci
Conversion
I have given up blood for tomato puree
given up dead flesh for sprouts and green things
and my jailer says I'm looking better already
but inside I might as well be dying or dead
I have confined my bloodlust to eating raw fruit
dulled my incisors on granola and bran
and my jailer has started me
on an exercise program
Angels From Hell
The Execptional art of glorious angels who breathe virtue. Flawlessly designed, who's sweet aroma embraces your senses. Where her atmosphere emits an aphrodisiac that excites you both. Virtually every intimate desire surrender's to your body's lust and your mind's moral discipline. Falling and Falling, you and yours. Escape from the Earth's realities. To your worlds of pure, sensual erotica.
The Execptional art of glorious angels who breathe virtue. Flawlessly designed, who's sweet aroma embraces your senses. Where her atmosphere emits an aphrodisiac that excites you both. Virtually every intimate desire surrender's to your body's lust and your mind's moral discipline. Falling and Falling, you and yours. Escape from the Earth's realities. To your worlds of pure, sensual erotica.