Wednesday afternoon. wintertime. the night haw come. As if it was from always night. Big and extra long. I like to seat home at the afternoon without music and television and read. And it feels like you do not want to wake up somebody that sleeps. But afterwards I am in the lounge of A. In her cd player Tom Waits cries. His hunted hoarseness helps me come more near in the knowledge of life that shines outside there and still I have not seen. The A. weaves something in scarf. I tease her and she laughs perpetually. The ash trade is full of cigarette corpses and A. silent transform the moment in expensive jewel that you have passed it in the cartilages of your bones. There are days where I do not want to be with no one, not even with me. I woke up early today. Around 7 .I threw a glance outside and I saw fog from the humidity. Impressive. And afterwards I sleep again. Messy Dreams, messy reality. I want my loneliness. If you do not have mirth, villain it is you fall on acquaintances that have appetite for conversation. Nevertheless the A. rouses me so we can go some day from those in the “bios”(it is a club in Athens) that it entertains, with Nixon, PLATFORM VJNTEO6. The PLATFORM VIDEO is the international cinematographic festival that is organised each year in Athens, aiming at the projection of modern cinematographic reason and particular accent in films that were created with the use of video and new means. Still ill with the film festival week that I had at Thessalonica and new party dances in the surface of my skin. And however I want my loneliness. From the other, what more beautiful of getting lost in rooms and dark parts with that holly beam of light above in the cloth protzektor. I accept! We are what we make for change what is. I accept what if my black disposals in the depth wave at me. The city unfolds also hypnotize us with surreal moments day by day. I do not know if I am in the city where I was given birth or in an other city that resembles her.I worship and admire those who resist in the new arrivals and in those who waste our years that we have in order to live. I propose we burn our false cities they don’t belong to us and we do not belong to them anymore. her telephone rings. I cant stand even this sound. I cant stand sounds and persons finally. That is to bad. the A. talks and talks, I look at the humidity in the wall of her lounge. It is moved usually late, with careful steps and many times stands still and observes a detail of space for a long time. Now observes me that I look at this. The evenings, I am sure that she fells in lone with the paint that declines, the rust that get huge, the broken bathroom’s window . Tom screams and my brain grows up his anarchy. I open the television and I mechanically put it in mute. I see pictures that in a little while they will expire. They will go in unclaimed objects.. I stick my look in the presenter. When she does not speak, and she looks her report papers, it removes me a madness... a constant flirtation with the evening depression. They are so much jokes the makes if some one reverses the reality and the tv news. \A. continues speaking to the red earphone. It resembles with table come out from instantaneous circus. Her words run with half steps. I only touch minimal, as somebody cut them from the flow of reason and peel the letters. I leave before I begin to puff and argue with her. Still she speaks on the phone. I deliberately strengthen the T.V, I open the intensity of Tom Waits and I scream out loud, laughing... she flies an ash trade to me with force... I close hard the door and I still laughing . With a grin of pleasure as the cat that hardly caressed, I go up the avenues of centre. They resemble with grey languages, flown outside. They are very few things that thanks us and we should remembered to chase them
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They're all amusing- the bottom two are my favorites!
I look at them and i want so much to be a part of them..
I was out of town for a while
But now i am back!
鬥牛和鬥牛士真是逗趣啊！我最喜歡最後一張，互換身分時把這個圖組的幽默帶到最高點。
忘了和你說，我最喜歡第一系列的猜拳圖，挺有台灣味的。
我也看了潘震的攝影作品，但是不知如何留言，就先寄放在你這裡。我很喜歡其中有幾張人物照，把小朋友專注的樣子拍出來了，真不賴！
wow you are in a new style again!
I like the one with a guitar in it!
you are one step clocer to God.
There we are...My last post
Wednesday afternoon. wintertime. the night haw come. As if it was from always night. Big and extra long. I like to seat home at the afternoon without music and television and read. And it feels like you do not want to wake up somebody that sleeps. But afterwards I am in the lounge of A. In her cd player Tom Waits cries. His hunted hoarseness helps me come more near in the knowledge of life that shines outside there and still I have not seen. The A. weaves something in scarf. I tease her and she laughs perpetually. The ash trade is full of cigarette corpses and A. silent transform the moment in expensive jewel that you have passed it in the cartilages of your bones. There are days where I do not want to be with no one, not even with me. I woke up early today. Around 7 .I threw a glance outside and I saw fog from the humidity. Impressive. And afterwards I sleep again. Messy Dreams, messy reality. I want my loneliness. If you do not have mirth, villain it is you fall on acquaintances that have appetite for conversation. Nevertheless the A. rouses me so we can go some day from those in the “bios”(it is a club in Athens) that it entertains, with Nixon, PLATFORM VJNTEO6. The PLATFORM VIDEO is the international cinematographic festival that is organised each year in Athens, aiming at the projection of modern cinematographic reason and particular accent in films that were created with the use of video and new means. Still ill with the film festival week that I had at Thessalonica and new party dances in the surface of my skin. And however I want my loneliness. From the other, what more beautiful of getting lost in rooms and dark parts with that holly beam of light above in the cloth protzektor. I accept! We are what we make for change what is. I accept what if my black disposals in the depth wave at me. The city unfolds also hypnotize us with surreal moments day by day. I do not know if I am in the city where I was given birth or in an other city that resembles her.I worship and admire those who resist in the new arrivals and in those who waste our years that we have in order to live. I propose we burn our false cities they don’t belong to us and we do not belong to them anymore. her telephone rings. I cant stand even this sound. I cant stand sounds and persons finally. That is to bad. the A. talks and talks, I look at the humidity in the wall of her lounge. It is moved usually late, with careful steps and many times stands still and observes a detail of space for a long time. Now observes me that I look at this. The evenings, I am sure that she fells in lone with the paint that declines, the rust that get huge, the broken bathroom’s window . Tom screams and my brain grows up his anarchy. I open the television and I mechanically put it in mute. I see pictures that in a little while they will expire. They will go in unclaimed objects.. I stick my look in the presenter. When she does not speak, and she looks her report papers, it removes me a madness... a constant flirtation with the evening depression. They are so much jokes the makes if some one reverses the reality and the tv news. \A. continues speaking to the red earphone. It resembles with table come out from instantaneous circus. Her words run with half steps. I only touch minimal, as somebody cut them from the flow of reason and peel the letters. I leave before I begin to puff and argue with her. Still she speaks on the phone. I deliberately strengthen the T.V, I open the intensity of Tom Waits and I scream out loud, laughing... she flies an ash trade to me with force... I close hard the door and I still laughing . With a grin of pleasure as the cat that hardly caressed, I go up the avenues of centre. They resemble with grey languages, flown outside. They are very few things that thanks us and we should remembered to chase them
謝謝miragee的欣賞^^
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為什麼,如此不捨??喔~~知道了,因為您傳神的描繪,讓我想到家中"蕭一的牛",牠們都一樣傳神...
也因為您如此的佈局,也讓我更想去念念不忘的國家...我決定利用寒假,帶著"木片男主角之一~~牛先生",去與"西班牙的牛先生",一比高下...,不知您的"眼和手",可不可以跟我一起去???
昨天,12/02,去華山,參加Simple Life...
今天,12/03,在做報告,想著如何可以過Simple Life...
知道了...因為看到,現在的harlequinc和以前的"台北市視覺環境混淆原因之研究"...
白瑾教授,前些時候幫我們學校作規劃設計,您的~~論文COPY本~~收到了嗎? 祝
您~~生日快樂,農曆的,所以要吃豬腳麵線~~
不怕,一次而已,膽固醇不會過高的...*_*
your work is so powerful and alive to me indeed.
Though, I'm still struggling in work, but I'm doing just fine. thanks for your concern of me. SO to you!
Take care, see you around!
Great, great!!!!!!
I like so much, congrats :o)
See you my friend
果然有內賊出現！
沒錯，陰曆十月十三日正是大哥哥的生日。
再祝您生日快樂一次！
哈哈哈！
thank you! abs.
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