Descent into hell. Icon. Second half of the 14th century. Collection of the State Russian Museum

| Henna Timanttimetsä

Descent into hell. Icon. Second half of the 14th century. Collection of the State Russian Museum 

Divine Harmony, there was a dark hair in between the first pages of the booklet. Lucernarium psalms and stikhirad (verses)
O mild Light, mercy of Peace, praise
troparion (something repeated) short hymn 

polyphonic we
drink coffee out of vases,
hang ourselves to trees and ceilings
no time to get gloomy though.
Week of the Blindman with clay in his eyes
I think he was telling me the truth on Easter Monday. 

Couple of lines from a movie Big Bullet written down for fun: My name is Bird. My name is Bird. My name is Bird. 

Don’t stare at me. Please. My name is Apple. Forget Fiona.
My name is Jeff. Anything else?
My name is Tongues of fire?
Maybe, You want blood on your hands? Why would I want that?