Dissolved Girl
In 2071 in the universe... The bounty hunters, who are gathering in the spaceship "BEBOP", will play freely without fear of risky things. they must create new dreams and films by breaking traditional styles. The work which becomes a new genre itself will be called...Cowboy Bebop
niedziela, grudnia 24, 2006
poniedziałek, grudnia 18, 2006
Sirens_from_the_distance
Sometimes the way that you act makes me wonder. What I am to you. Living a half life. Thunderstruck kidney, common back home. Sometimes music in the ears, blinded by the laser light, bleeding heart. But you go. Still, quiet, screaming inside. Dying inside. I didn't want it. Did not want to see a gamer is sucha creation.Sometimes it is necessary to make a decission. But man never knows if the they were taken good nor not. For us, for emotions, for relationships, you don't even think about. However, I understand you. Trauer. One guy will drive, considering what he's done, what other've done to him. Shed a few tears. He was the illustrative, unparalleled example for him, his grandson. I am a person who is into collecting others feelings. They are quite well different from those experienced from personal observation. Nevertheless, those are almost lika medium for my further creating the fleeting, passing myself, never known. No-man land, even if you tend to think, you've possessed me. You are wrong. Comming back to the impressionable, clumsy emotional, swashbuckler young man I aroused his passion, You've got to grow into a man. Nor maybe you should stay as you are... I can pledge, you will break dozens of the 'charming' hearts. 'Charming', cos any other bitch can't, simply, be better as I do am. So he is heading to the graveyard, in the full confidence, that the idyllic stage of his marvelous, any old thing it was, has come to an fathal end. This makes me cry, this guy makes me cry when I see his staring at me eyes, although I really am the cruel one. Almost the hidden 'baddest girl'. I just reduce the impressions, behaviours to the patterns of though. Forgive me. I cannot other way. I am also considering. Lethal for me is this contemplation. Black ice inside me. On the other hand he tends to be the one who wakes up feelings in me...Lethal this one too. Fortunately he is slightly not able to translate it nor to get the chaotic line of my thinking. If he could...I've been taken. I took his passion, his everything, but did not take everyting from the inside and throw it all away but holding it tightly in heartof paradoxically mine. I look at the photo. Think it is somehow incompatible with myself today. Ever[?] But it was taken by me...He believes. His beliefs are about such simple things, however so difficult to accomplish. Gaze, stare, not to breathe. But


