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gouttes d`eau...

relationships is like getting into cold water of a swimming pool. first u are afraid. u are cold. it`s freezing - water drops on burning rocks - but when u get into the water u feel cool. sth like tha...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 15:59:00 GMT

la fille sur le pont

- do you believe in this story about a torn banknote? - why? sorry, what are you talking about? - the banknote was torn into 2 parts: the one is nothing without the other...  
Posted by on Fri, 04 May 2007 05:54:00 GMT

.7

the more i look into these swimming pool blue eyes the more i understand i don`t understand anything.
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 05:09:00 GMT

sixpence

  Women are constantly trying to commit suicide for love, but generally they take care not to succeed. It`s generally a gesture to arouse pity or terror in their love, to attract attention from t...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 07:21:00 GMT

information, please

my lips don`t listen to my mouth. my fingers don`t listen to my hands. my thoughts don`t listen to my brain. so does my heart.
Posted by on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 05:36:00 GMT

soul trade

i really doubt it`s you who reads my messages. i guess it`s just some invisible slutty slut who does it and then whispers the content with her collagen lips to your gorgeous ear in the sluttiest ...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 06:27:00 GMT

game over

my key doesn`t match your door. fcuk.
Posted by on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 18:30:00 GMT

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we sailed into the night like two small lost icicles chopped off by accident (or mistake?) from two different icebergs.
Posted by on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 04:58:00 GMT

if time is a vessel then learning to love

i gathered my heart by pieces and sticked `em together with blistering plaster. it`s in the icebox at the moment.
Posted by on Fri, 16 Feb 2007 07:30:00 GMT

An angelic snow nymph sets fire to the cabin

It's way too late to be this locked inside ourselves The trouble is that you're in love with someone else It should be me It should be me Your sacred parts, your getawaysYou come along on summer daysT...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 01:47:00 GMT