When I wake up, I am wide asleep. All of life is the ephemera of dreams. Every touch, every word a wisp of cloud that dissipates under the force of a breath. Always moving, slowly, drifting. There is no way to hold on to the passing moments, for they are illusions that slip through your fingers when you try to grasp them. All you see is nothing more than an instantaneous idea of the universe, to be replaced almost as quickly with the next.
Or perhaps all around us is real, and we are imagined.
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A blog with a love of Craft Beer & Pin Up Style
Vintage style fashion and beauty, without the repressive vintage values
"Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences." - Sylvia Plath
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Dutch Pinup Girl that was born in the wrong time. Lover of fifties and fourties vintage and reproduction clothing, with a slight dress addiction. Taking on the world with petticoats, red lipstick and pretty dresses.
A Blog About My Female Body and Its Appetites
"Like victims burned at the stake, signaling through the flames." --Antonin Artaud
reasonably photogenic and relatively stylish
I have issues. So do you.
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between desire and disaster
There's so much that words can do.
Hi! I'm Inger. I gave up my day-job to write. This is my journey.
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for coffee geeks & connoisseurs
This Will Be Changing 
Having DONE, not doing….And it’s THE Moody not “A” Moody. I need coffee.
I don’t remember a Moody Blues having doing anything like this. And I listened to them a lot.
It’s very good writing.
Surreal.
Have you been listening to The Moody Blues?
No. Do they have lyrics similar to this?