Thursday, May 26, 2011

My lips and fingertips were stone

Last of the Brohicans 
It hit me like a wrecking ball as I stood on the platform while it rained.  I came to the realization while struggling to remain upright amongst the hordes of Zombies. The trains no longer run on time.  It is time to leave Scandinavia.

3 comments:

  1. Vi kommer verkligen att sakna dig, Mr. Handsome!

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  2. Well, at least I have one anonymous admirer.

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  3. This admirer is not that anonymous :)

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