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May
09

“And I heard as it were the noise of thunder…”.

Depo Hostivar (Praha), 28th of November, 2007.

-Who wants flowers when you’re dead?  Nobody-.
(Holden Caulfield. The Catcher in The Rye, by J.D. Salinger, 1951).

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Lips cracked by exposure, the young, beautiful woman was standing in the middle of the street, looking up to the sky with her pale-blue eyes, as if she could see anything beyond the smoggy, starless night of the city.

Nobody was paying attention to her, but just because she didn´t want them to: feeling alive and connected was all she needed right now. Feeling complete, loved by all the countless unmaterial beings that formed this world. Her world.

Ah, she was happy and ready to enjoy all of it: the pain, the misery, the joy and the pleasure.

Her name was Death. And she was here to stay.

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