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Γράφει ο Mersault μεσάνυχτα Καλύτερες Τέχνες. Όταν οικειοποιείσαι κώδικα της νυν σου τον οποίο χρησιμοποιούσε με τον πρώην της. Και τον κάνεις δικό σου. Τον κώδικα, όχι την νυν. Η νυν θέλει να κάνει κάτι δικό της κι ας είναι γλυκόλογα που χρησιμοποίησε κάποιος για κάποια που τα οικειοποιήθηκε και τα έδωσε σ’αυτόν που τα δανείστηκε αυτή με την οποία σχετιζόταν εκείνος που. La Rue de Blancs - Manteaux. Φυσικά, τελείως φυσικά. Tongue in cheek (x-Φωτόσπαθο). Can't escape the truth. Do you think me a clown?
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lostinrainbows: June 2010
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The Snake: This carnivorous reptile that waits for its prey in a dark hole. Using its infrared sensitivity to track it down. It needs to survive. It needs to eat. You. You can't get passed it. It will lure you into its nest, eventually. Once you get in, you can't escape. You can't escape the nest. No, it's not. There is something inferior that motivates you. Use that motive. You know better. It's time for that breakthrough. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). This is the very bottom of the thinking process.
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lostinrainbows: Serpentes
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The Snake: This carnivorous reptile that waits for its prey in a dark hole. Using its infrared sensitivity to track it down. It needs to survive. It needs to eat. You. You can't get passed it. It will lure you into its nest, eventually. Once you get in, you can't escape. You can't escape the nest. No, it's not. There is something inferior that motivates you. Use that motive. You know better. It's time for that breakthrough. Insert thought-provoking content here:. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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lostinrainbows: Chapter on Indifference
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Tonight has been a rather special night. Brain pollution and hysteria dripped from the back of a trolley bus. This entire suburb is stricken by stable paranoia and. Scarred memories, stored in tapes, for you to play and repeat. Your forehead's missing parts, and charts, and hearts. A sense of constant threat slowly begins to set in. On my chair, my second-hand existence is firmly stuck. Can't you hear all the blasts of disquiet in my heart? Feelings sadistically extracted,. There's too much nothing,.
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lostinrainbows: Lumiere
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Overstimulated senses. A black hole capable of swallowing every emotion that gets in its way. A galactic beast that wants you to quit. No matter the consequences. A potent force that gives you nothing more than pain. Again. There's a switch you have to flip. Within the city limits. You're searching for the switch. It will show you the way. The solution. The light. The joy. You're on its perimeter. You spin like an electron. You want to reach the center. Someday you'll find your way. Your tears will dry.
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lostinrainbows: July 2012
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The route I took. The day I drafted driving. On the edge of. I was blinded by. Part of a circus act. Bullets around my body. Labels a naked lunch. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Obscurely bringing the past to life and beating it to death since 1987. A post-industrial nightmare, about the bigger tree and lack of ethics. Cynical, hateful, totalitarian, undecided, dystopian, the greed of western society gone mad, the secret nature of perception, the big city wilderness,. 169; 2013 lostinrainbows.
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lostinrainbows: Crab Nebula
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The route I took. The day I drafted driving. On the edge of. I was blinded by. Part of a circus act. Bullets around my body. Labels a naked lunch. Part of a circus act. Bullets around my body. Maresei polu i 2i foto! 22 July 2012 at 13:06. Insert thought-provoking content here:. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Obscurely bringing the past to life and beating it to death since 1987. This is the very bottom of the thinking process. 169; 2013 lostinrainbows.
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lostinrainbows: November 2010
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A few minutes later, you lose consciousness and your skeletal muscles tense. You're at the Tonic phase. Your fall cannot be avoided. And you've got only one place to fall. The soil is your home now. Seconds become years and the tick of the clock on the wall hurts your hearing. Even if you're still unconscious. Then you start twitching, and every single inch of your body is shaking violently. That's the Clonic phase. It's time to sleep. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). 169; 2013 lostinrainbows.
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lostinrainbows: May 2011
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Stab me, Carole. We are characters in different books. We'll never meet each other. We are villains of different films. We'll never shoot each other. I'm the dreamer and you're the dream. Oh, stab me, Carole. With the sharpest blade in the world. Oh, stab me, Carole. Cos it's not going to be the first time. Twirl! A cloud slicing the moon in half. Your razor slicing, again, my heart. Don't talk about destiny. These are lands without a place. I'm the dreamer and you're the dream. Oh, stab me, Carole.
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