How My Business WorksHow My Business Works1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
Squat toilet vore (The Second Victim)Squat toilet vore (The Second Victim)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
30 minutes after Eleena was eaten by the squat toilet creature, Esther was also shopping in the same mall as Eleena. She was wearing a very short red checkered T-shirt that was exposing her belly, a white mini skirt, a pair of white socks and sneakers. Esther had to go to the girl's toilet to pee. When she arrived at toilet, the toilet was still empty. She decided to pick a random toilet stool. When she was about to go in one of those toilet stoold, she saw a pair of high heels and a handbag.(Eleena's stuffs from the first story)She though she will take those stuffs once she finishes her business so she choose that stool to pee. It was a bad idea. As she locked the toilet stool door, she was about to lift up her skirt and squat when she saw that creature that ate Eleena. Esther was about to make a run when she suddenly slipped and she fell straight towards the squat toilet. Her head was pretty near the squat toilet when she fell so it made the creature easier for him. So the creature j
Sex, love and ecstasy.Sex, love and ecstasy.Sex, love and ecstasy.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A single strand falls upon her face
He brushes it gently behind her ear
Eye to eye. In silent passion.
The kiss. The touch. The feeling.
She smiles and he does.
Running his gentle hand along her.
Her curves. His love. So perfect.
Shimmering in the candle light.
The lovers embrace with intimacy.
Sweet ecstasy in her eyes.
He is captivated by her.
An obsession in itself.
Both entwined in each other.
Two souls connected as one.
This is sex. This is love.
Desire in their hearts.
Sarah (me) was eaten by another bean bagSarah (me) was eaten by another bean bag1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sarah (me) came back home from shopping as she bought some new clothes. She quickly went up to her room, shut and locked her room door. She quickly tried on her new clothes. She bought a new black tanktop, a strip red and black mini skirt and high black high heels. When she put them on, she loved it. She loved it so much that she decided to take some photos of herself wearing those clothes. Sarah grabbed her phone went to her mirror to begin taking pictures.
Unaware she doesn't know that a hungry bean bag that's hiding in her room is about to devour her whole. Sarah keeps taking pictures of herself with her new clothes on. The bean bag was hiding behind the her door closet. The bean bag decided to strike. The bean bag queitly opened the closet door and snuck up behind Sarah. Sarah already stopped taking photos.She was sitting on the floor looking at her pictures on her she took. Unaware, Sarah still doesn't know there's a bean bag behind her as she's still disracted over her phone. The
Let's make the whole world listenLet's make the whole world listen1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let's take these feelings and make them substance. Give them a name and a life, removed from ourselves.
Let's create something that will make you sad just by looking at it, because loneliness hurts best when it's shared.
Let's call it art, and hope for something more.
But let's do it somewhere else, it's so fucking quiet here.
Secret Life of MeSecret Life of Me5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
One step forward, two steps back, some days I can, some I just can't..
Love me like you did once, when hands were rough but eyes were soft..
You kissed my neck while tears stained my cheek, but if you saw it, you didn't speak..
The secret life I lead.