She's The Last of The English Roses: sex hair

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Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?

Monday, June 29, 2009

I will cut you in half.

Faris Badwan alias Rotter.

Count.
Yeah, count in fives.
And if another number confronts me,
I will cut you in half.

"And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing."

- Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweatheart.