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Saturday, 3rd March 2012. Stavanger.
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“It’s found you stumblin’ / Stumblin’ onto the heart of Saturday night” (Tom Waits)
Really there’s nothing better than these wild nights with you & old man TW. Hypnotizing, fire in my soul & riding, riding, riding into the greatness of your frames.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
thanks pal! we ride together – through darkness and that other realm, isn’t that what it’s all about?
now … remember to pay the band, buddy, always remember to pay the band …..
Å, mørk svartvitt, som eg elskar det.
ay, Johanne, så hyggeleg å sjå deg!
enig – det er ofte ei heilt eiga stemning i mørke svartkvitt-bilete. det er ofte vanskeleg å få nok 😀
The Tunnel of the Serpent ?
ah, yes, Zamoysky, my polish princessa, an underground serpent, nocturnal, writhing and coiling all muscle, nerve and abject death, all muscle, nerve and abject death …..
Ååååå! Elsker det i midten! Herlig! 🙂
ay, thanks, doll!
lille stavanger .. er en egen planet. en uh folketom planet 😀
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