Sunday 19 February 2012

Smoke

Your flesh is soft.  He is addicted to your flavours.




A thick smoke makes a face in the air.




It mixes with the blue steam that rises from your body.




He hopes that, for now, only he can see it.


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"Now Delilah is alive but her skin is so cold
Her eyes are so vacant like tiny black stones
I try to remember the love that ones was
The love that once was was so hollow because I can't feel her"
-- from Dear Delilah by Bad Uncle



Today

Music:
Bad Uncle

Photos:
http://www.lumendipity.com/
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Videos:
Sin With Sebastian - Golden Boy

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