Probably there are too many things happening, or at least too many for my shanti-paced existance, but it's a proven thing that the moar action happens, the better the final result.
I dream now of an old haunted house with weirds climbing plants, chipped windowsills, and an inner universe warp...i guess sacrifices should and will be made, but some things will be just incredibly, unbeliavably cool. Optimism shifts constantly, today was a swing day, both from inside and outside. An architect's maryjane-induced reverie...=D
So, first step done, next is quite more worrying but i have considerably more control over it, and talking with fellow martyrs helped, sounds like i'm by far not in the worst condition. And they're nice people, rather polite and literate, which is always a good thing to look forward to. Fighting my war, with my teeth. Or something.
Moments of upswing are cherished to the extent i almost don't care what i write here. Idiots never have writer's block :)
Climbing vines, climbing vines...
The eternal home...
I wonder how many times i've read the master and margaret. Must be over thirty now, since i was 9...
Weekend better be good, tho i still have no idea what to do, i guess i'll pile it over king of ashur, and general lack-of-organization shall ensue. As usual =D. Human experiment again, but good premonition, and if not, still fuck it.
Katatonia? Winter hibernation.
Evyatar's music is amazingly multipurposed, from drawing, and painting, to bus-sleeping.
Well, if i cant make sence of myself, you make. Or not.
Down on my bended knees,
I break the back of love for you.
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