...when i went down this stairs for the first time i had this sudden urge, or rather desire, to go down them forever... all the little cells, and the purity, and the silence... and somehow the cold weather despite the summer heat in Blago...
*did you like it there..?
**can't send any mails or icq-msgs... has the server gone berserk again?
the server's ok now jana...
how do you know which stairs these areNULL
actually there wasn't silence, there was a painter, that kept on saying "I have to be a commercial painter. Look at my pictures on this floor, go down the stairs, look at my pictures there..."
*did you like it there..?
**can't send any mails or icq-msgs... has the server gone berserk again?
how do you know which stairs these areNULL
actually there wasn't silence, there was a painter, that kept on saying "I have to be a commercial painter. Look at my pictures on this floor, go down the stairs, look at my pictures there..."