8.10.06

I ...::: Paradise, Lost :::...

If
Dreams weren't
photographs of our

Paradises,
we'd never
be able to survive.

Pretty Girls Make Graves, o de cómo mi corazón sigue en Colonia, en un jardín a la orilla del río.















This twilight garden.













Because You're Young














These things take time













Everything's Alright














Cry Me a River














Yes, The River Knows



















M.I.N.I.M.A.L.




















Red Light Indicates Doors Are Secured



















GODS WILL BE GODS














It's a God awful small affair. . .




















Back to the old house













Music. . .














when the lights go out.

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