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Maison de tolérance: Stillborn rivers, leaky mires
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On the difficulty of freedom. Tuesday, July 5, 2011. Stillborn rivers, leaky mires. Well, I have never seen such a terrible room. Gilded with the gold teeth of the women who loved you. The quote's room incites a personal moment of ill hubris. Its wavelength becomes accessible every now and then on this cozy regio. Of mine that, in the end, doesn't have all that many different layers. Yet it contains some that activate under the golems of new moons. N disjunct stages, the regio. View my complete profile.
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Maison de tolérance: On a tree where the doves go to die
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On the difficulty of freedom. Monday, June 27, 2011. On a tree where the doves go to die. Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women. There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry. There's a lobby with nine hundred windows. There's a tree where the doves go to die. There's a piece that was torn from the morning. And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost. Oh I want you, I want you, I want you. On a chair with a dead magazine. In the cave at the tip of the lily. In some hallways where love's never been. That's gone&#...
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Maison de tolérance: May 2011
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On the difficulty of freedom. Monday, May 30, 2011. So, I think of picking up smoking now that it's mainstream aesthetically so pass. In the places, where I tend to live. I keep experiencing these poignant fits of longing as a person, who has never even experimented with cigarettes. Well, when I was about 11 we cut small pipes of dried wild chervil,. 8211; same ones we used in fresh form to shoot rowan berries at each other. 8211; and I still do. All those crippled old places. But enough of politics.
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Maison de tolérance: The flutter of hope and desperation
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On the difficulty of freedom. Tuesday, June 14, 2011. The flutter of hope and desperation. Spiritual intoxication and such crispness of mind! One hour and a half wasn't enough to dash, dodge and squirm my menacingly trim legs sore, but my shirt undoubtedly got wet –. Both from everyone's sweat and from the beer of a stranger. Urg. Oh, those strangers. Science fiction writing or the Ocean loader. Posted by Scribe of Salmacis. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Converse freely, to begin with. Gender And t...
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Maison de tolérance: July 2011
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On the difficulty of freedom. Tuesday, July 5, 2011. Stillborn rivers, leaky mires. Well, I have never seen such a terrible room. Gilded with the gold teeth of the women who loved you. The quote's room incites a personal moment of ill hubris. Its wavelength becomes accessible every now and then on this cozy regio. Of mine that, in the end, doesn't have all that many different layers. Yet it contains some that activate under the golems of new moons. N disjunct stages, the regio. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Maison de tolérance: March 2012
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On the difficulty of freedom. Thursday, March 8, 2012. The music that keeps coming. Darling strangers. I break the ongoing silence of my ponderings by sharing the MySpace profile of a very dear artist. There are presently three touching songs available, and let's hope that we get to buy her record soon. She's even more soulful live. Http:/ www.myspace.com/katjalaaksonen/music. Posted by Scribe of Salmacis. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Converse freely, to begin with. View my complete profile.
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Maison de tolérance: Fanciful words after a night of little sleep
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On the difficulty of freedom. Sunday, June 19, 2011. Fanciful words after a night of little sleep. Luminary language, lozenges with coffee. Sleight loof hurdy-gurdy legerdemain. Carouse ( gar aus. Or slatter. Rate or berate. Nigh genuflect, smitten. A pert young quean. Vial, veal, vile, vale. Posted by Scribe of Salmacis. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Converse freely, to begin with. View my complete profile. On a tree where the doves go to die. Fanciful words after a night of little sleep.
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Maison de tolérance: June 2011
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On the difficulty of freedom. Monday, June 27, 2011. On a tree where the doves go to die. Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women. There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry. There's a lobby with nine hundred windows. There's a tree where the doves go to die. There's a piece that was torn from the morning. And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost. Oh I want you, I want you, I want you. On a chair with a dead magazine. In the cave at the tip of the lily. In some hallways where love's never been. That's gone&#...
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Maison de tolérance: Dream on flying
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On the difficulty of freedom. Friday, June 10, 2011. A cyborg seraph. The scenery and laws of nature bent kaleidoscopically. I had good time. =x) Then I wasted the dream by rescuing George Clooney falling from the sky and woke up sweating. PS I've grown quite irritated with the constant changes and the increasingly cumbersome service introduced by Spotify, and moved back to more diversified listening. Since Google's Music service hasn't reached Europe yet, Youtify. Isn't such a bad addition at all.
