Propaganda
Remembrance :in German:Und so begab es sich, dass die lange Nacht endete und dass der Tag hereinbrach. Langsam, nahezu zögernd, brachen die ersten Sonnenstrahlen wie blutrote Speere durch den grau vehangenen Himmel um nach und nach, Zentimeter für Zentimeter, die Erde in ihr Licht zu taufen.Remembrance :in German:
Sie wurden nicht begrüßt. Es sangen keine Vögel und es erwachten keine Städte.
Der Teppich aus Licht zog sich stetig in seinem eigenen Tempo über leere Straßen.
Verfallene Gebäude. Wüsten. Wälder aus Stein. Hügel, gespickt mit Kreuzen und Steinhaufen.
Es dauerte
WordsA cold and silent night. Late January.Words
A house, enclosed by the trees, the sky and the earth alone.
Inside the house, a room. Big, inviting, nearly spartan in it's design.
In this room, a woman. Tall, lost in her thoughts, holding a glass.
Inside the woman's glass, there is Whisky. Inside the woman's thoughts, there is chaos. Inside the woman's heart, there is insecurity.
She is sitting inside a very old, comfortable chair. It resembles a throne more than
anything else. And it dwarfs her. She lets it dwarf her. With a swift movement she pulls a
heavy blanket
MindplaysThe image of gossamer wings, floating through the air in my mind. The thought of a voice, born out of my imagination. The feeling of being drawn towards something.Mindplays
The mind playing moments in itself. Moments that didn't happen. Won't happen. May happen. Could happen. Happened. Moments I wish that would happen.
My inner-eye projecting images. Fictious. Dreamy. Frightening.
My hopes in constant flux. My fears in constant flux. My expectations in battle with themselves.
And still... A smile.
Honest. Happy.
And a wish. To be abl
by `SeaFairy
Again. A Year.
Tired
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R.I.P
Michael Jackson
1958-2009
Goodnight sweet king, may flights of angels wing you to your rest!
:sad:
If you ever should put up your page7 picture from SG up here, I'd fave that in a second.
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"People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't
made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they
are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns
and lost hopes."
- John Dee/Preludes&Nocturnes.(Neil Gaimans Sandman)
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"People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't
made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they
are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns
and lost hopes."
- John Dee/Preludes&Nocturnes.(Neil Gaimans Sandman)
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I poke holes in your baggies!
The Best Stuff on Earth
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Simplicity Killed The Cat...
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w w w . b l a c k w a t e r f a l l . c o m
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Hey, how come we all avoid the scraps, i think they're a more honest expression of an artist style and a chance to reverse-engineer the process, sooooo, give the scraps a chance people. [link] Hey, i look at yours
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