for the whole world to see
we meet many people through our life time, that happen to grow shorter than others . . .
there was so much in the air . . .
I couldn’t even get mad at this fellow for doing this abso-fuckin-lutely ignorant move . . .
this is the reflection between two characters about the blurry fantasy we paint with alcohol and other mind altering substances around our world – around us.
would you write an article about a lost pen? we do!
well… she was drunk . . .
You wake in a quiet ocean of white 800 thread count. The garage door squeals like laughing dolphins as your husband begins his commute to work . . .
so we’ve been blaming the 90s a couple of weeks ago and it’s time to pick the topic up again . . .
some sort of series – an annual one . . .
you think you’ve got passion? read this . . .
we’ve been giving rides for some time now, but we turned back to hitchhiking.. and failed . . .
tape worms are like zombies.
we’re saying, that only one decade fucked up every future vending machine . . .
i took this photo of myself about an hour from any satisfying description of town or village containing other human beings . . .
the sun went down in Iceland today but the women kept dancing around the fires the reds
this photo post got as gray as possible, naturally . . . a 60s-‘city in a city’
Ian Allaway is a very good photographer, and not just another one trying to ‘over-quote’ peoples stuff . . .
a pretty insane poem to pump up your Saturday night . . .
we picked up a hitchhiker you probably wouldn’t have picked up . . .
I had a break-through experience with a (not so-)little mushroom . . .