tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121142312011-04-21T14:45:55.929-07:00Jarkkonoreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12114231.post-1121716339709225102005-07-18T12:45:00.000-07:002005-07-18T12:52:19.716-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1642/359/1600/shadow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1642/359/320/shadow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">He was watching. He had time. He knew what to do. He had full stomach and empty bottle of Jack Danields. There was no time, just movement, but the only thing he was waiting for did not move at all or so it felt. In the shadows and in the ball rooms, I was there to watch and remind myself of the filthy bonds on the walkways.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12114231-112171633970922510?l=noirstickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkkonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12114231.post-1113499170007230432005-04-14T10:14:00.000-07:002005-04-14T10:19:30.006-07:00AT THAT MOMENT - it was too late. VORTEX had appeared and <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">WRITING <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">was on the wall. What was that <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">BANGING?<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> oNE coulD never tell by listening, but the hissing came closer. We have to start <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">RUNNING</span> to get there, but it is too LATe for us.</span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12114231-111349917000723043?l=noirstickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkkonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12114231.post-1113290474234128962005-04-12T00:21:00.000-07:002005-04-12T00:21:14.233-07:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/2905/1024/goon21.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/2905/400/goon21.jpg'></a><br /> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12114231-111329047423412896?l=noirstickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkkonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12114231.post-1113290388861165882005-04-12T00:11:00.000-07:002005-04-12T00:19:48.863-07:00- Sir, I have noticed an unusual spike in the grid.<br />- Hmm, run the routine.<br />- I already did it twice, Sir.<br />- Very well, share it with us, let me have it at my private quarters.<br />- Yes, Sir.<br /><br />Humming continues as the vents continue pumping in monotonic rythm. Curious eyes read the data feed.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12114231-111329038886116588?l=noirstickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkkonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12114231.post-1113288749098059742005-04-11T23:52:00.000-07:002005-04-11T23:52:29.096-07:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/2905/1024/goon.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/118/2905/400/goon.jpg'></a><br />Manifestation of dimensions. Tripods don't have use for shoes. It was a day to remember, because I met Rust for the first time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12114231-111328874909805974?l=noirstickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jarkkonoreply@blogger.com0