Cold summer day |
Despite the music, the celebration, the general positive atmosphere, he was still cold and aloneĀ in the crowd.He's dead. An empty shell. He's a robotmatic machine in an repetative assembly line. Posted by on Fri, 12 Jun 2009 19:40:00 GMT |
January |
On the graveyard hours of a January morning...
...close your eyes and become someone's fantasy. Posted by on Tue, 21 Feb 2006 04:02:00 GMT |
Celebration |
The mass so eager to experience, to celebrate and alter the senses. Posted by on Tue, 28 Jun 2005 17:05:00 GMT |
Fix |
There no longer was a door of boundaries that he carelessly crossed and that filled him with a false sense of tranquility, like an intoxication.
Her warmth changed everything. Posted by on Sun, 19 Jun 2005 05:10:00 GMT |
Talk of the town |
Come on! Where? Hurry up! Where are we going? There was a big accident, everyone is there. Posted by on Sat, 11 Jun 2005 00:08:00 GMT |