Feels like I’m in Twin Peaks. Feels like I’m touring the weirdest places of this reality constantly. The places of the unknown pleasures, grey and blue air, anxious thoughts and faceless dogs. Feels like I love this kind of living and something true is waiting for me somewhere there. High class affairs, disappointments, pain, self-torture, masochism, moments of truth, sweet pleasures, sober adventures, constantly changing mood and the bittersweet realization of love which is constantly present and dominating. This is the saint and unique domination. Love, dominate me, please. Anticipation eats my insides as I travel into the depth of the disturbing mysteries in the dark night. I stop and stare. This is my occult gaze, my ritualistic look at something new in order to find out, understand and become stronger and closer to the Goddess. I am the one I know. My rituals are strong as never before; my rituals are constantly changing and mutating with me. They progress with me. They keep my faith alive. All the night dwellers and sexy crawlers show me the signs and the way. I move from city to city, from town to town. I feel like these places have been waiting for me for so long. Twin Peaks is haunting me everywhere I go. These towns and cities are different but they have one thing in common – each of them has a piece of the puzzle, a piece of some tremendous mystery I’ve got to know. And I will find the answer. I will. I’m a special kind of tourist. I do not take pictures and never use guides. I travel, feel, touch and gaze. I participate in this mysterious game; this game is for me and someone else, some special person who is on the same way but in a different place now. We’ll do it, I know.
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