I smoke my friends down to the filter,
but I feel much cleaner after it rains.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
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An incarnation of my (day)dreams.
An illustration of states of my mind.
A Dedicatory to Empty Spaces, Béton Brut, Antonioni, Satie, Calvino, ...
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1 comment:
تو کل وبلاگ یکی دو عکس کمه، یکی اش هم عکسی از کسی که در حال سیگار کشیدنه،شاید با دست چپ، اون هم وقتی که دود(؟!) را حریصانه فرو می برد. شاید این تیکه ی آخر جمله زیادم لطیف نباشد.
قبل از سابمیت... اللهم صل علی محمد و آل محمد ... فوت
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