Sep 9, 2008 0
Twire for Uroboros
Twire from a Tannhäuser
* 18:36 The back roads. Now as one in a strange place seeking the way out. In the dark. #
* 19:20 La chambre était noire et rouge. #
* 20:00 @XavierForneret, I totally agree. #
* 20:11 In a strange place blindly in the dark of night or day seeking the way out. #
* 20:11 To the roads. The back roads. #
* 21:34 @MACrisis – it was Crepuscolo Sul Mare by Piero Umiliani #
* 22:35 @ATHF – And yet, its realism was so hideous that I sometimes find hope impossible. #
* 05:29 MySpace acting up. Won’t let me upload nude photos. #
* 05:34 Je me connais à lire l’âge dans les lignes physiognomoniques du front:#
* 05:35 il a seize ans et quatre mois! #
* 03:36 Assuming that I was sane and awake. #
* 03:42 a frightful confirmation of all I had sought to dismiss as myth and dream. #
* 03:37 No matter how no matter where. Time and grief and self so-called. Oh all to end. #
* 03:42 @Rabbitchild – www.embracechange.org #
* 06:34 Even my speech seemed awkward and foreign. #
* 06:38 I used my vocal organs clumsily and gropingly, and my diction had a curiously stilted quality #
* 06:41 @DirtyMike – the Midnight when the dice must be cast. #
* 06:43 @CMDwarf – Indeed, the first spiral to come reflects the preceding one #
* 10:48 So there we were in the repository. #
* 10:50 A delicious moment to slip into exile. #
* 17:55 So I went to the locker room, pulled on my lab clothes and lit up. #
* 18:00 “Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy.” #
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