the reality is a slippery thing

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‘never gave a goddamn, i gave you twenty-one grand 'cause baby i love you, more than a trashcan  i said I'd give it one more try, now i’m giving up the good life i'd make a bad wife’ (c) jake shears

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hehe 

you know what? after all this years of silence I’m kinda back 

no worries, just reached the end of the world and took a photo 

nothing much spectacular, but probably you want to share this gorgeous view with me 

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maybe i’ll return for more of this lovely place

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flash delirium 

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it’s not spooky at all

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izbooshka

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for my own atrocity exhibition, I’ll call it ‘powerlines and the dying nature’

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so the fog erased a whole coastline

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and that was a gloomy day, and I was out in the fog

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and these are the lights of the mortal beings

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these are the lights of the tommyknockers

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ツイソ

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Аh~!

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even if you’re not seeking for asian culture, sometimes asian culture seeks for you

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Who was?

Yesterday evening...  06:00 post meridiem. Probably 07:00. And it was cold outside. Went home, came nowhere. Got lost. And it was like some dark and desert alley... or, maybe, a construction ground. And I wore my hooded coat. With the teeth. I mean, my coat, it fastens with teeth. Or with horns, with black tips of sawn-off horns, but... whatever. It was cold outside.  Along the construction there were concrete blocks, stretched with some kind of wires, and then I saw the inscription on the block right in front of me. Whether made with a stylus, or, maybe, with a piece of charcoal, there they were, letters on the gray concrete surface: 

I AM UP HERE, ON THE LEFT.  And I looked in that direction, like it actually could be someone up there... but I could see none. There was nothing. Never ever could be anything. Just the road, wet pavement shining. Yet there was a tree, naked, without leaves – maybe already a dead one, wrapped with steel wires. And above that dead tree it was only the sky, white and dull, and the wind trembled those black tangles of bone-dry branches.

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for my own atrocity exhibition, I would call it “Duality”

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Apparently it was sort of a hideaway, then it was burned outside down :)