Tuesday, March 6, 2007

No. 4


Friendship. Without it I am nothing. Though I spoke with the tongues of men and of angels, and have no friendship I am become as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal. I would be shallow, empty and colourless. Nothing, zero. Or a shadow. Name it as you want. But this piece of writing is not the winner of the most graphomanic note. Really. I've read worse ones:)

7 comments:

Apsalar said...

nastepnym razem wrzuc tu zdjecie 'zagubioncyh' ;)

Bluegirl said...

no, tez piękne:) ale na tamtym nie na Jaczaka;)

Apsalar said...

to mozna takiego bonusowego jaczaka wrzucic ;)

jac* said...

zdjęcia są złe. a przynajmniej zdjęcia jaczaka, :P.

Bluegirl said...

jedno z niewielu jakie ma z Twoją twarzą:) no dobra, jest takie jedno super- extra cute ale to zachowam dla siebie:)

Harcerz said...

Hmm... it seems that I know that weird one in the center...

rotflus...

Bluegirl said...

the very rare photo of completed Estets:)