tisdag, april 12, 2011

the darkness helped until the whiskey wore away

en samling med bilder som inte fått existera än.


i remember someone old once said to me,
that "lies will lock you up with truth the only key."
but i was comfortable and warm inside my shell,
and couldn't see this place could soon become my hell.


for the small ones

for the smart one

for everything that is mother earth

for the powerfull in blue

for the roads in nowhere

for that one time

for every single heartbeat

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