Month: March 2014

Touch.

The moment of contact.

Misty Morning

Misty.

Medusa.

No one.

Strange fruit.

Too hot.

She.

Strangle the dog.

Hurt.

I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing that’s real. ( by Trent Raznor, “Hurt” )

Wolf City.

Chasing the peace dove.

Werkzeug der Macht.

Swans.

Pissing in a river.

Behind the wall of sleep.

Drinking Black Ink.

Stormy weather.

Nebel.

Hot tea.

House of God.

Obstacles.

Preparation.

A single note.

 

Music.

Listening to Vivaldi.

Shame.

Ego te absolvo.

Love will tear us apart.

Waiting for Valentine

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