Our senses are limited....Our memory is selective.
Sometimes for our own sake, too....
Fragrances blown away, flavours washed aside....
razor blade guitar riffs grasping empty clubs` ceilings,
sunsets swallowed by darkness....
Sparks in the eyes of a stranger bounce on our skin.....
An experimental attempt to frame vanishing emotions
.. before all those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain
17 February 2008
Free advice and free beer, just what I need - London
The last of the famous international playboys
Orson Wells was right: UFO landed in Oxford Circus
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