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boards of canada pipe in through black silicon buds, the sun hitting my face, glinting of my screen, before brushing the hair away from my tired eyes. I close my weary receptors enjoy the pre conditioned air and think of the adventure that awaits.
squeezed fruit will quench my thirst, cool showers and citrus cleansers will fix my skin. lets hope that other european narcotic Christianity hasn’t simply thrown his things into my room. i might just leave the door open and pee standing up in protest.

“It saddens me that I have no juice left to record my own impressions of this planet anymore.
And so I press down a button and hope that it’ll record something for a silent, silenced little me.”

Above is the only response i felt appropriate. A quick sketch on my desktop inspired by the an exquisite picture of birds in flight.

1215 GMT+9 February 9th 2007

A Man escorts me past the crowds of travelers beyond the standard scenery associated with airports and the initial layer of security. It is a cliche, but the first thing you notice is an absence of signs and markings, there are no other people, more specifically you have been singled out. We stand next to a grey wall and my escort enters a security code into a keypad on the wall. An electronic beep of confirmation is followed by a rush of stale air, low ceilings lined with humming florescent lights protected by a metal grid fence. We walk down a dark dirty hallway lined with what i can only assume are holding cells, past a door labeled “Interrogation room A”. In broken “Engrish” I am told to wait in an adjacent smaller room. Blue vinyl covered Benches bolted to the floor, a water dispenser and an old sink make up this room. There is a Filipino family in the far corner I think i can hear them faintly crying. The father clutches a small bible with gold gilded paper, with red tear stained eyes he inaudibly mouths the words. I hope he finds the strength in his faith to comfort his traumatized wife and child. Cold sweet starts to bead on my forehead. My throat is dry and my hands are shaking, I take a seat looking around myself ….

It has been three years

Welcome back to Tokyo Mr.Denichaud we’ve missed you

Fade Together from the album “You Could Have It So Much Better With Franz Ferdinand”

** i need a real camera **

messy quick blueberry scones

Originally uploaded by [SmarcH].

Wanted to make something quick for the german class. managed to double my recipe but i think i needed a bit more flour, still tastes nice . .oh and i wanted more whipping cream, well it will still taste nice for lunch.
gotta run , i am almost late. eek