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Showing posts with label 4. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 4. Show all posts
Monday, December 21, 2015
I remember when the world went to dust...not a trace...not a faint...not a sound...my heart no longer beat...memories morphed into rust because anything else was too beautiful to stay, even if I no longer was, ashes from the sky have not yet fallen and swallowed the town, no safety exists for those who wish to live and the deceased who no longer wish to be dead
Thursday, September 8, 2011
4
Labels:
2009,
4,
film still,
foreign cinema,
late night,
late summer,
lower east side,
nyc,
russian,
self,
studio,
wayne
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