Wednesday, May 30, 2012

The Wall

 
 
There's no more elder flower juice in the bottle. No more falafels down the road.

I love to press the Scroll Lock Key when I'm bored.

Sometimes in the morning I make a grab at the clouds and put some green painting on it just to see if it changes the colour of the sea.
It doesn't.




And there's no such pain as being insignificant.

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