I dream to the sound of the Dark Chamber Orchestra. I dream about you. I wake up and look around. The trees are dressed in the same old red velvet wallpaper. I want to go to the shop to buy peanuts. The high man-made grass tickles under my feet. When I arrive the shop is totally overgrown by cotton candy. It must have been closed for years, the cotton candy has a sour taste. It's night and the zone shines. I go home to my foam plastic cave. I pass through the opening, a black curtain of liquid vinyl, like wet black hair. When I comb the vinyl - music occurs. Music from The Dark Chamber Orchestra.
(Illustration from The City of Crocodiles)
The most erotic moment of this beautiful lady is her little tail.
SvaraRaderaMy dreams are often reminiscent thriller or films about fantastic travels.
Yes it's a nice tail...
SvaraRaderaWe live inside a dream.