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Bashkangjitje: 3333333333333333333.jpg
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which song are you listening to? what are you looking at?

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Bashkangjitje: 77777777777777777777.jpg
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why do you look at the left when the lines goes to the right?

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Bashkangjitje: the doughnut.jpg
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i couldn't resist

i call it :the doughnut but i_lire found a funnier name: grosh
c'mon gal ,open up ur vocab and find out what grosh means.:p

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Po citoj ato që tha lorie
i couldn't resist

i call it :the doughnut but i_lire found a funnier name: grosh
c'mon gal ,open up ur vocab and find out what grosh means.:p

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No way, the dictionary for i_lire's vocabulary hasn't been written yet

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Let’s see: Photos as NOTICE HOW THINGS FINISH, assholes, THE AUTHOR DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO SOLVE THAT PROBLEM and maybe some others neither, I have to admit it: I don’t know where they take me. Or it’s maybe that I know by intuition which side they come to me, from the side of the hits and the other one, a stingier one, of the art, and they scare me sometimes, maybe their possible consecuences. Nevertheless: they are bad, yes. And? Very bad. But not less bad than those thousands that people make with muses. Thousand assholes that still understand reality as something… you know… Also I sometimes think why to put me in guard and to kill myself inside and to give thousands wafers to those that just want to fuck my life if I am able to make –and this is not pride- a hundred very beautiful photos per day since 7am to 10am –3 hours- and then if I want in the afternoon too and without any problem. But the point is that those photos are not the ones that are needed, nor these one, I think, nor the photos of those people who think they are great photographers of cheap and stinking esences – if it’s that they do something worth of it-.
(The photographer didn’t know how to solve these photos), Assholes, SEE HOW THE THINGS FINISH, Pepe’s chances, the light of the park so luminous and what a shit I’m gonna make for you if I consider to do it for you, the old trap of fucking copying to others, Block – these are gonna be the titles and a fucked christmas that I’m just starting, others, EPITAFY and for sure that some other new one. And this one that I write here, without sea, with you in the other side of the computer – bad photos all of them, yes. And MINE. And what!
In dream’s eve. There, tonight, with you, and these traitors will come again and I will have new doubts mixed with the old and wild certainties and more fucking hits that will want to knock me down, they will come.
I don’t want to change. I don’t want to change what I do, my way of doing things, according to those embedded fucking dictators – lack of light and neatness they say. Maybe it’s just I’m in a hurry for reaching the glory or maybe it’s that I’m fucking fed up of all those people who loudly request money on TV, on the streets, on internet, on the airports, on the subways and buses, on churches, on caves, as a stupid looking for someone to show my crazy ideas and all my furious dogs and I just find happy people repeating compassionate wordkeys or the other ones, those which are useful as a fossil fuel to my anguish for never to stop fucking us – the beast of the life thrown away by the good ones against the hate that keep us alive, alone, almost without fear.
Let’s see: MORE SHIT OF THE SAME QUALITY would be a good title . Ok done.

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Bashkangjitje: stop_by_darke copia.jpg
Ky file është shkarkuar 93 herë.

I leave the city that was my dream. Chicago, dreamed city, lived city, windy city...
It was a cold evening, in an old car riding me to the airport... the whole city seemed to be saying me to STOP.
Now the city become a winter dream again. I only can say now think twice what you dream.

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Bashkangjitje: forumihorizont_by_darke.jpg
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Tonight it's a blessed night. I'm just happy. He can make me happy in just a second.
Do you know those feelings of having butterflies in your stomach? At this moment I have some, that's a beautiful thing. I made this photo for him, we have had conversations by the phone and other lovely things.
If you fall in love with someone then you get these butterflies but you are also unsure if the other one, the one you desire has the same feelings for you, so when you are lucky and the other one feels the same for you, then it's the moment when you can let these butterflies free... you give yours to your partner and he gives you his.
This is for him, he didn't know that I took it for him

Te dua!

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Bashkangjitje: writteninthestars_by_darke.jpg
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I was thinking what did you see in my hands? You made me look at my own hands... there is a written universe in them, my past life, my destiny... even you, also you are written in my hands

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Bashkangjitje: riversofdesire_by_darke.jpg
Ky file është shkarkuar 69 herë.

I was thinking what did you see in my hands? You made me look at my own hands... there is a written universe in them, my past life, my destiny... even you, also you are written in my hands

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Bashkangjitje: fleshisweak_by_darke.jpg
Ky file është shkarkuar 69 herë.

I was thinking what did you see in my hands? You made me look at my own hands... there is a written universe in them, my past life, my destiny... even you, also you are written in my hands

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