‘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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‘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
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
maybe i’ll return for more of this lovely place
flash delirium
it’s not spooky at all
izbooshka
for my own atrocity exhibition, I’ll call it ‘powerlines and the dying nature’
so the fog erased a whole coastline
and that was a gloomy day, and I was out in the fog
and these are the lights of the mortal beings
these are the lights of the tommyknockers
ツイソ
Аh~!
even if you’re not seeking for asian culture, sometimes asian culture seeks for you
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.
for my own atrocity exhibition, I would call it “Duality”
Apparently it was sort of a hideaway, then it was burned outside down :)