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This is what happens when you listen to Ulver for days on end...My head just got filled with this sort of imagery
You fly, or rather float, drift Through an enormous dark room A room of noises Endless shimmering glissandi Crackling pizzicato Coal black, turbulence holes of bass drones But otherwise empty No planets, no meteorites If anything, perhaps fine dust clouds of exploded music You float there, somewhere between pleasure and fear In a piece of time you can't determine You're everywhere but in the present Hey you disappear further and further Into these incalculable rooms And your personality fades away Your features evaporate, your body decomposes And your last thought is that you have become a noise A thin, nameless noise among all the others Howling in the empty dark room Stock: ~DebauchedSeductress ~NikxStock ~lexidh-stock ~intodust-stock *bobbistock |
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February 19
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FinePix S5600 1/112 second F/3.5 25 mm 64 Aug 1, 2006, 12:08:54 AM Share
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"The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination" ~ Richard Wright
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And did our laughter, did our tears
have some purpose after all?
Did we toil in vain in hope
that wisdom came from what we'd done?
Even lands we once called home
lie undiscovered and unknown.
Only heaven's silence for an answer.
very busy, yet balanced.
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some people live..
and some people die wishing they could have lived.
muh gallery
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And did our laughter, did our tears
have some purpose after all?
Did we toil in vain in hope
that wisdom came from what we'd done?
Even lands we once called home
lie undiscovered and unknown.
Only heaven's silence for an answer.
This came out great!
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And did our laughter, did our tears
have some purpose after all?
Did we toil in vain in hope
that wisdom came from what we'd done?
Even lands we once called home
lie undiscovered and unknown.
Only heaven's silence for an answer.
like the T.v's n___n
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We are here to suffer
And our profession in this world is to die
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