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LINGON
BERRY
AVAL
ANCHE
This is a world of dreams and reverie, where I felt the stars explode around me. A grass blade flashed with a gleam as it slashed open a moonbeam, and I stared back breathlessly. As mountains of fruit tumbled out, I barely had the chance to shout; a lingonberry avalanche crashed over me.
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title: And by came an angel who had a bright key, And he opened the coffins and set them all free.
Monday, 22 June 2009 AT 10:43 pm


I've been looking forward to the latest remake of Alice In Wonderland ever since I heard about it early this year. Depp and Burton are already the dream team in themselves, and with Carroll in the equation, it can only be more spectacular. I can anticipate some awesome entertainment that is just as weird and disturbing as Carroll had intended his story to be.


On an equally odd note, I find myself really intrigued by Isla de las Muñecas (Doll Island) in Xochimilco, Mexico. Seriously, an island filled with 50 years' worth of dolls in varying states of decay meant to appease the spirit of a drowned girl. So bizarre, but it's interesting in a morbid way.

However, this is night in the UK now and them pictures are seriously too freaky to search and post because it would mean I'd have to stare at the doll corpses for more than five minutes. I dont want to give myself insomnia, thankyouverymuch, so pictures shall be edited into this post tomorrow when it's not pitch black outside the window behind me, heh.

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