søndag den 28. februar 2010
Nothing like a little Virginia Woolf
I am then the last scion of one of the great houses of france.
But I am also one who will force himself to desert these windy and moonlit territories, these midnight wanderings, and confront grained oak doors. I will achieve in my life - heaven grant that it be not long - some gigantic amalgamation between the two discrepancies so hideously apparent to me. Out of my suffering I will do it. I will knock.
I will enter.
But I am also one who will force himself to desert these windy and moonlit territories, these midnight wanderings, and confront grained oak doors. I will achieve in my life - heaven grant that it be not long - some gigantic amalgamation between the two discrepancies so hideously apparent to me. Out of my suffering I will do it. I will knock.
I will enter.
tirsdag den 23. februar 2010
mandag den 22. februar 2010
I MISS SUMMER IN COPENHAGEN
Stand by me
Jeg laver praktisk talt ikke andet end at lytte til denne sang for tiden
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