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			<title>non c'entra un cazzo con la foto.</title>
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			<published>2010-02-10T22:05:18Z</published>
			<updated>2010-02-10T16:05:36Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/ChokingMedusa/2010/02/10//#135296-1265839518-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos2/135296-1265839518-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;c'ho il mucoooooo
c'ho il mucoooooooooooooooooo

nel nasoooo

nelle tempieeee

nel cervellooooooooo

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			<title>Phantom</title>
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			<published>2010-02-08T21:05:18Z</published>
			<updated>2010-02-08T15:12:51Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/ChokingMedusa/2010/02/08//#135296-1265663118-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos7/135296-1265663118-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a phantom in your dream....


..... and you too are in mine.


-Spider Lilies

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tattoo made by Massimo Pellicioli&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<title>La Felicità . . .</title>
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			<published>2010-01-16T13:36:48Z</published>
			<updated>2010-01-16T07:38:02Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/ChokingMedusa/2010/01/16//#135296-1263649008-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos3/135296-1263649008-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;i feel so fucking fleeting.
i cant seem to reach happiness &amp;amp; lock it in my chest.
this fucking white light.
i see it
i can even touch it
but i cant be wrapped in it.

happiness is fleeting.
as much as i am.

when i feel happy
i know it wont be for long.
happiness aint lasting.
darkness is always at the corner..
waiting.

in some corner of my mind
i know when the time comes.

here it is.


the light is so close
but my hand cant grab it.


im not a white soul.
im not even a black soul.
my soul's...grey.
no..
its silver.
like the Moon.


sometimes i show my white face.
sometimes i show my black face.
but in the end
ill always be 
silver.

-----------------------------
&lt;a href=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fo8XbBlqZGs target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;LE SERPI - SUBSONICA&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;em&gt;Madre
veglia e proteggimi,
cresce
il buio sopra di me.
Torna
per riconoscermi,
il sangue
di unaltra semina.
Non so chi sono pi&amp;ugrave;.
Serpi
madre mi chiamano,
lingue scure si posano.
Non so chi sono pi&amp;ugrave;
non so chi sono pi&amp;ugrave;.
Tu che sai
sai cosa c&amp;egrave; pi&amp;ugrave; in l&amp;agrave;
tu prega
e salvami.
Madre
veglia ed ascoltami
Madre
le serpi entrano.
Non so chi sono
non so chi sono pi&amp;ugrave;.
Tu che sai
cosa c&amp;egrave; pi&amp;ugrave; in l&amp;agrave;
tu prega
e salvami
e salvami...&lt;/em&gt;

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			<title>Gio &lt;3</title>
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			<published>2010-01-12T13:48:27Z</published>
			<updated>2010-01-12T07:48:38Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/ChokingMedusa/2010/01/12//#135296-1263304107-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos5/135296-1263304107-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/ChokingMedusa/2010/01/12//#135296-1263304107-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos5/135296-1263304107-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday my friend Gio got a tattoo [not made by me] of a sketch i made for her.
that was so sweet..
sometimes my friends make me feel so loved..

thank you guys.
thank you Gio. 

&amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<title>.</title>
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			<published>2009-12-29T00:42:00Z</published>
			<updated>2009-12-28T18:42:22Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/ChokingMedusa/2009/12/28//#135296-1262047320-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos3/135296-1262047320-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/ChokingMedusa/2009/12/28//#135296-1262047320-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos3/135296-1262047320-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/ChokingMedusa/2009/12/28//#135296-1262047320-2&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos3/135296-1262047320-2.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Le mie poesie ora non sarebbero state scritte per lei
o su di lei,
per me sarebbero &lt;strong&gt;state&lt;/strong&gt; lei.
Se il mio desiderio di lei fosse stato tutto ci&amp;ograve; che avrei conosciuto,
lo avrei alimentato 
come se fosse stato il futuro che lei ed io non avremmo mai avuto.&lt;/em&gt;


[Peter Manseau]
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			<title>stanca morta. - morta stanca.</title>
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			<published>2009-12-23T02:01:54Z</published>
			<updated>2009-12-22T20:07:43Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/ChokingMedusa/2009/12/22//#135296-1261533714-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos4/135296-1261533714-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/ChokingMedusa/2009/12/22//#135296-1261533714-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos4/135296-1261533714-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;im too tired &amp;amp; lazy now to explain the millionssss of things that happened to me in these last days.
but yeah..ill probably write something tomorrow or later
or at least post some pictures.


&lt;em&gt;i love snow&lt;/em&gt;
&amp;amp; its 3am [ &amp;amp;tomorrow i have to go to work @ 7 =_= ]

thats all i have to say for now.


oya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<title>non e s i s t o.</title>
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			<published>2009-12-13T15:56:37Z</published>
			<updated>2009-12-13T09:57:40Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/ChokingMedusa/2009/12/13//#135296-1260719797-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos3/135296-1260719797-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/ChokingMedusa/2009/12/13//#135296-1260719797-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos3/135296-1260719797-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/ChokingMedusa/2009/12/13//#135296-1260719797-2&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos3/135296-1260719797-2.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Non mi ricordo quando ho cominciato ad esistere.

Non mi ricordo l&amp;rsquo;ultima volta in cui sono&amp;hellip; esistita.

Ci sono e non ci sono.
&amp;Egrave; tutta un&amp;rsquo;immagine riflessa.

L&amp;rsquo;argento che squarcia il nero..quando tutti dormono.
Luna &amp;amp; Petrolio.


Occhi e cervelli
mi creano.
&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;i creano.
mi guardi&amp;hellip;

Mi stai guardando?

Non lo so&amp;hellip;
troppe impronte su quello specchio
ne hanno deformato l&amp;rsquo;immagine.


Toccami!


No.


Lascia che fluttui&amp;hellip;
riesco ancora a non sentire 
riesco ancora a non vedere
riesco ancora a&amp;hellip;


Urlare.



Non ho bisogno di bocca.
Ci penser&amp;agrave; lei
che vive nella mia gola
pulsa nelle mie vene


e&amp;hellip;


mi uccide.
Ma io
&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;i conosco?


Quella bambina schifata dal suo stesso essere
legata e imbavagliata..
riesce ancora ad urlare.
Perch&amp;eacute; non l&amp;rsquo;ha mai fatto.

Vendetta.


I vostri coltelli non pesano pi&amp;ugrave; nelle mie orecchie
fanno parte di me ora.
Insieme all&amp;rsquo;affilato mondo che mi tiene compagnia&amp;hellip;


caldo e umido
rosso.




Non penso di esistere.
Sono infondo mai esistita?



[ N a M i K o &amp;amp; Tatiana ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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		<entry>
			<title>I GOT A NEW JOB FACES!!! </title>
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			<published>2009-12-11T16:30:56Z</published>
			<updated>2009-12-11T10:31:17Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/ChokingMedusa/2009/12/11//#135296-1260549056-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos4/135296-1260549056-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/ChokingMedusa/2009/12/11//#135296-1260549056-2&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos4/135296-1260549056-2.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/ChokingMedusa/2009/12/11//#135296-1260549056-1&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos4/135296-1260549056-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;im not really in a good mood right now.
but still i wanted to remember how happy i was in that moment.
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			<title>too late. too tired.</title>
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			<published>2009-12-06T23:07:27Z</published>
			<updated>2009-12-06T17:07:39Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/ChokingMedusa/2009/12/06//#135296-1260140847-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i2.photoblog.com/photos5/135296-1260140847-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;im backkk.
i spent the weekend with Eva&amp;amp;Elio.
&amp;amp; it was great ^-^ we had so much fun as always.

from now on all of what concearns farts &amp;amp; ass' smell is a &lt;strong&gt;macabre&lt;/strong&gt; thing! u_u/
dont worry its an inside joke between the 3 of us! xDDD


but yea...im too sleepy &amp;amp; tired &amp;amp; depressed right now
plus i have to wake up early tomorrow = =''

so ill write more tomorrow night [perhaps].


niiiiiight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Powered by &lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com&gt;Photoblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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			<title>vorrei solo poter scomparire. . .</title>
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			<published>2009-11-25T22:20:14Z</published>
			<updated>2009-11-26T13:38:00Z</updated>
			
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				&lt;a href=http://www.photoblog.com/user/ChokingMedusa/2009/11/25//#135296-1259187614-0&gt;&lt;img src=http://i3.photoblog.com/photos4/135296-1259187614-0.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come gli adesivi che si staccano 
Lascio che le cose ora succedano 
Quante circostanze si riattivano 
Fuori dai circuiti della volont&amp;agrave;. 

Come il vento gioca con la plastica 
Vedo trasportata la mia dignit&amp;agrave;. 

Oggi tradisco la stabilit&amp;agrave; 
Senza attenuanti e nessuna piet&amp;agrave;. 
Oggi il mio passato mi ricorda che 
Io non so sfuggirti senza fingere. 

E che non posso sentirmi libero 
Dalla tua corda, dal tuo patibolo. 

E un&amp;rsquo;altra volta mi avviciner&amp;ograve; 
Alla tua bocca mi avviciner&amp;ograve; 
E un&amp;rsquo;altra volta mi avvelener&amp;ograve; 
Del tuo veleno mi avvelener&amp;ograve;. 

Come gli adesivi che si staccano 
Come le cerniere che si incastrano 
Come interruttori che non scattano 
O caricatori che si inceppano 

Io tradisco le ultime mie volont&amp;agrave;. 
Tutte le promesse ora si infrangono. 

Penso ai tuoi crimini senza piet&amp;agrave; 
Contro la mia ingenua umanit&amp;agrave;. 

Scelgo di dissolvermi dentro di te 
Mentre tu saccheggi le mie lacrime. 

E sar&amp;ograve; cieco, forse libero 
Solo nell&amp;rsquo;alba di un patibolo. 
Dentro una storia senza pi&amp;ugrave; titolo 
Scegliendo un ruolo senza credito 
Strappando il fiore pi&amp;ugrave; carnivoro 
Io cerco il fuoco e mi brucer&amp;ograve;. 

E un&amp;rsquo;altra volta mi avviciner&amp;ograve; 
Alla tua bocca mi avviciner&amp;ograve; 
E un&amp;rsquo;altra volta mi avvelener&amp;ograve; 
Del tuo veleno mi avvelener&amp;ograve;

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