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Wednesday, January 17, 2007'♥

- the thirteenth floor. -

she :" from the moment, this stimulation's created, i watched you..."

she: " i fell in love before i even met you..."
she : "your kindness... your integrity..."


he : " how can you love me, when i am not even real...?"
he : " you cant fall in love with a dream."

she : "you are more real to me than anything i 've ever known..."


everything's not real;
it's all smokes and mirrors...


lionel , the ignoramus was asking why this entry's such a mush.
but really. please go google the thirteenth floor.
it's just hellava good film and that i must say, though emomomo as can be, is just about the most moving/( and of cos,hellava cheesy) thing that gretchen mol can tell craig bierko?
but you really gotta watch the show, to know what i am saying.

gregorii would know best. hmm :)

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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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