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Not another random blog: November 2013
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Not another random blog. Sunday, November 24, 2013. It's late, the sky is dark. No stars to show him the way, not tonight. There's only black clouds, and traces of what appears to be a full moon. You can't see it behind the darkness, but a few dim yellow rays managed to escape through the cracks. Light finds it's way all the time, don't it? Walking gently, he disappears in the night, as he follows the white owl. Can you hear me? Thursday, November 21, 2013. Never stop, it never really ends. It's been a w...
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Not another random blog: Welcome back, Jack.
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Not another random blog. Saturday, March 08, 2014. Welcome back, Jack. Welcome back, Jack." he says, looking down at his old man; better said, what was left of him. He was almost passed out, his face stuck to the hard wood floor. His left hand reaching out the direction of the bottle. It'd be almost funny if it wasn't so darn sad. He was fifty-five but looked like seventy; forty years of alcohol abuse will do that to you. And as he says that he falls back to the floor. Ya bloody tosser, get over here!
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Not another random blog: February 2014
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Not another random blog. Thursday, February 27, 2014. Enough empty streets, goodbye silent echoes. He can hear the noise now, he can feel the warmth. There's a whole new scene, and more than one actor. It's Spring, with it's bright colors and beautiful sounds. It seems he'll be alright with this. Time to explore the new. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). It's my film and I make the cuts! View my complete profile. My mother fucked Mick Jagger. Crete Photo-Diary: Agia Pelagia. Blow away with me.
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Not another random blog: January 2013
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Not another random blog. Sunday, January 20, 2013. A grain of sand. It's the middle of summer and we're on the beach. Sand grains running down our feet with every step we make. The sun is not up yet, and the fog is slowly retreating with every minute that passes. We've been walking on the beach for what feels like forever. Neither of us dares to speak, we are just walking down the lane of our memories.". Saturday, January 19, 2013. In the building on the left he can see a light on, at the second floor...
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Not another random blog: October 2013
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Not another random blog. Sunday, October 27, 2013. A glimpse at the past. He can't tell yet if she's in for the long ride, he doesn't know if she'll get off at the next station. That's the good part, not knowing when they part away. They're on different paths but share the same train. Be it short or not, the train left the station and they started their journey. To better places, for better wishes. An old willow tree. I've never been there". So let's go then! C'mon, don't be scared! That's how their jour...
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Not another random blog: January 2014
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Not another random blog. Monday, January 20, 2014. We come and go. We leave only so we can return. Have you ever felt you accomplished your target, without knowing exactly what the target was? Can you hear me? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). It's my film and I make the cuts! View my complete profile. We come and go. We leave only so we can return. My mother fucked Mick Jagger. Crete Photo-Diary: Agia Pelagia. Blow away with me. Ive been to hell and back so many times. Confesiunile tarfei de langa tine.
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Not another random blog: We come and go. We leave only so we can return.
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Not another random blog. Monday, January 20, 2014. We come and go. We leave only so we can return. Have you ever felt you accomplished your target, without knowing exactly what the target was? Can you hear me? January 20, 2014 at 12:53 AM. This comment has been removed by the author. January 20, 2014 at 12:54 AM. So - will go you back? Or is the story already written? I like those images in here. vigorous. vivid. January 20, 2014 at 12:15 PM. I already did, love, Im already back. View my complete profile.
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Not another random blog: December 2013
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Not another random blog. Friday, December 13, 2013. It was just the two of them, surrounded by cold. a few dim lights lit up the pathway . She gently put her arms around his back and pulled him close. It's like she knew, without a word, without a sign; she just knew he felt alone and cold. He hugged her back as she rested her delicate chin on his left shoulder. Can you hear me? Thursday, December 12, 2013. Can you hear me? Was it your shadow, that passed by mine tonight? So was it you? Can you hear me?
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Not another random blog: February 2012
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Not another random blog. Thursday, February 23, 2012. When the clocks stop ticking. If so the case,then why,would be the question. He can't do it,he can't risk to wake her up and lose such an image.The moment must be seized,the feeling engraved into his mind and the picture! Oh the picture must be carved on his retina.Once,and only once that deed is done,the desire can be satisfied. Tags When the clocks stop ticking. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). It's my film and I make the cuts! View my complete profile.
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Not another random blog: A glimpse of what you truly are
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Not another random blog. Monday, December 02, 2013. A glimpse of what you truly are. As it was bound to happen, I got lost somewhere along the way. I do not claim to have found myself yet, but I have become aware of where I'm at. I find this place comforting, if not enjoyable, yet I move forward towards a better place. Can you hear me? December 6, 2013 at 7:38 PM. I wish I felt like I was making the cuts too.sometimes I feel like Im someone elses film. xxx. December 13, 2013 at 12:03 AM. Can you hear me?
