31 July, 2010

My Own Private Idaho

I always know where I am by the way the road looks. Like I just know that I've been here before. I just know that I've been stuck here. Like this one fucking time before, you know that? There is not another rood anywhere that looks like this road, I mean exactly like this road. It is one kind of place, one of a kind. Like someone's face. Like a fucked up face.


27 July, 2010

Stairway to Heaven

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And she's buying the stairway to heaven.

23 July, 2010

20 July, 2010

18 July, 2010

Les yeux sans visage


"My face frightens me. My mask frightens me even more."

14 July, 2010


Slow and Painful

Made In U.S.A

"Happiness for example. Whenever he desired something, so did I. Or fame for him when he didn't desire anything, neither did I. In this way i didn't live without desires, for him. when he was silent, he must have been like me. I only had the desires he manifested."


02 July, 2010

الوله التركي

كان المساء ما يزال هفهافاً جداً والهواء نوراً فاتراً ، يأتي من مرمرة فيهز أوراق الكستناء العالية.
"لماذا عليّ أن أعاني؟ لماذا يتعذّب الإنسان - أي إنسان كان - في حضرة هذا الجمال؟"*

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