Snow fell on my house, and I thought of you.
Out dancing Thursday night, I thought of you.
Feel your fire; feel my love inside you so
Bright... I almost wish that I felt alone
Again. I want an excuse to call you
And tell you how often I think of you.
Almost. I stroke the face of my cell phone
With my thumb, teasing the latex buttons.
I think and think and then rethink anew
Of a heartfelt whimper, a fevered moan,
The smell of you. I think of what you've done
To me and what I'd like to do to you.
Oh, frail girl, how I long to sicken you
And reap the harvest of these dreams we've sown.
as the new year starts i deleted a dozen or so of old photographs. from the old ones i left only those which carry some emotional value for me, i don't like them now at all. but i see progress and that's good.
best wishes for everyone, i wish you no more old mistakes, only new ones and:
http://www.someecards.com/card/3287 (i couldn't pase it), see for yourselves :)
to my own very suprise, currently i'm quite fond of taking photographs of people, especially of pairs. i've got this theory, that you can't fake true love and trust in the pictures. dunno. still experimenting.
somebody saw you on fire
these are the days of a gun
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2. I don't know if there will be any photographs submitted during oncoming weeks, first of all because I really lack time, secondly because i'm trying to get through the 'third person narrative' and the third reason is that i'm using only my zenit camera now (if any at all), so i have to finish the film anyway, b