

backslashthe boy has what you could call a sick obsession an unhealthy impression of everyday things of little crows and caterpillars of drifting snow struck asphalt tillers and empty torn up weakened paper wingsbackslash
he walks so tall through his perfect world of imperfect control no idea his words unheard sift down into the sand below
the boy has what you could call a lovestruck degression a back street depression to put it contrite its so sickly gaunt and tired to think so quick the brain rewires to so disable thought from wrong or right &n


beautifula beautiful mind a heart freezing touch you make me believe that i can't have enough since you came in you just couldn't stop attracting attentions everywhere jaws dropbeautiful
the autumn leaves blow through the streets like a plague and out over the city a fog blows in thick and vague a beautiful mind and the kiss you can't halt so slowly truth dawns you whisper "it's not your fault"
we may lay to sleep with fire in our bed but nothing could cut through this heavy mist tinted red a beautiful mind and the night soaked with sweat nothing is real yet nothing has faltered ye
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wish i had a socket set to dismantle this morning
i have just one pair of clean socks, and a photo of you.
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kind of love.
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wish i had a socket set to dismantle this morning
i have just one pair of clean socks, and a photo of you.
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Passionately exploring the visceral relationship between camera & subject.
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wish i had a socket set to dismantle this morning
i have just one pair of clean socks, and a photo of you.
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