There are times when Picasa's red eye tool does not do any good...
Monday, January 19, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Broken Drum
I see you there
Your long black hair
Your eyes just stare
Your mind is turning
You know I'll laugh
And I won't take it back
I've seen your eyes I know
What your thinking
And one by one
We'll shoot our guns
We'll have fun
Don't ever doubt it
And when I say
Fare thee well
My only friend
Oh how the days go
Your setting sun
Your broken drum
Your little drugs
I'll never forget you
Never
Forget
You
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Thursday, January 15, 2009
Names
The cat yawned slowly, carefully, revealing a mouth and tongue of astounding pinkness. "Cats don't have names," it said.
"No?" said Coraline.
"No," said the cat. "Now, you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names."
Neil Gaiman:Coraline
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Tuesday, January 13, 2009
About Love ...
"I'm sixteen--almost sixteen and a half. And what have I got to show for it? For a start I don't have anybody I'm in love with. To be honest, I think love is complete bullshit. I don't think anybody ever loves anyone. I think the best people ever get is horny; horny and scared. So when they find someone who makes them horny, and they get too scared of the world outside, they stay together and they call it love."
(Neil Gaiman:Sandman)
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The third option
Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
(Sandman)
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Monday, January 12, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Afterparty
- The one I just hate is when I'm just an actor on a strange television version of my life. Have you ever had that dream?
- Doesn't everyone?
(Sandman)
A new Year, completely new, a new Sun is setting over the horizon, the last rays of sunshine create new patterns on the new pavement of this new city I'm in. Everything is familiar in a way but deep below with a right kind of eye one can see the difference. Did sleep deprivation hit in ? The influence of new dreams and hopes? Glimpses of new faces never seen before? Who can tell? It feels strange, in this freezing winter cold I find myself playing a role in a movie about my life by a surrealist director called Random.
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