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Sarah Winters

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Sarah Winters

Your presence is ethereal. I heard your voice but I had never heard your voice. You haunted me. Oh memory I never experienced that was ever so familiar. It was quiet and black and white and grey. And the music was quiet at first but came in like a floodgate. The silent clatter of keys on a piano were like a soft warm summer rain. And as I played that became deeper and deeper as the drops turned from little flecks dusting my skin to luscious drops to waves…. in these puddles and tides I saw your ghost. Flashes of a half hiding face with bitten lipped smiles. Of an arm stretched out to dance and then a spin into a great… a

Cheers to you

C

Cheers to you

Fuck you. Two words started everything and ended everything or... both Fuck me? Fuck you! I was in love and didn't realize it. And so were you. Fuck you! The rise Fuck you! The fall Summer was over I hoped we weren't too Another day Another year older Another Another Fuck you I liked you too.

Paper portraits

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Paper portraits

Blue is blue. My love is not a limmerick. Watch your step. Things I have found within me.

Grand and 11th

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Grand and 11th

Gurt missing gernie. Blue bicycle, no helmet. One City National Bank. I love you too dad.

Ordinary Morning

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Ordinary Morning

Sunbeams and a hint of lemon. The knowing walk of regret. Eight fifty four. Coffee at nine.

Maureen

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Maureen

The bright smile of youth. Black dress and pearls. Reflections from tiny windows. Priority seating for seniors and disabled.

The Bus transitions: Chinatown

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The Bus transitions: Chinatown

Woman with an umbrella. A periwinkle sky. Shining silver pieces. No parking anytime.

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Reply Oh but a lady never tells... everything m'dear :)  Names are rarely relevant (though this star eyed pair have...) Absence of color. Sparks. But one shade of something "fake" yet so real it makes you... something something. This will probably make little sense beyond nonsense to... but if in the know, and well, you will know if you are, it will land on a chord that few know how to play.  Fore Cinderella's Mr. Midnight clothed himself in a fasade that nothing matters... Always put together. Always wearing that same nonuniform. Always going to that same bar. Always. Always. Always. Routines. Entrances. Exits. When he arrive
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Sarah Winters

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Sarah Winters

Your presence is ethereal. I heard your voice but I had never heard your voice. You haunted me. Oh memory I never experienced that was ever so familiar. It was quiet and black and white and grey. And the music was quiet at first but came in like a floodgate. The silent clatter of keys on a piano were like a soft warm summer rain. And as I played that became deeper and deeper as the drops turned from little flecks dusting my skin to luscious drops to waves…. in these puddles and tides I saw your ghost. Flashes of a half hiding face with bitten lipped smiles. Of an arm stretched out to dance and then a spin into a great… a

Cheers to you

C

Cheers to you

Fuck you. Two words started everything and ended everything or... both Fuck me? Fuck you! I was in love and didn't realize it. And so were you. Fuck you! The rise Fuck you! The fall Summer was over I hoped we weren't too Another day Another year older Another Another Fuck you I liked you too.

Paper portraits

P

Paper portraits

Blue is blue. My love is not a limmerick. Watch your step. Things I have found within me.

Grand and 11th

G

Grand and 11th

Gurt missing gernie. Blue bicycle, no helmet. One City National Bank. I love you too dad.

Ordinary Morning

O

Ordinary Morning

Sunbeams and a hint of lemon. The knowing walk of regret. Eight fifty four. Coffee at nine.

Maureen

M

Maureen

The bright smile of youth. Black dress and pearls. Reflections from tiny windows. Priority seating for seniors and disabled.

The Bus transitions: Chinatown

T

The Bus transitions: Chinatown

Woman with an umbrella. A periwinkle sky. Shining silver pieces. No parking anytime.

Reply

R

Reply

Reply Oh but a lady never tells... everything m'dear :)  Names are rarely relevant (though this star eyed pair have...) Absence of color. Sparks. But one shade of something "fake" yet so real it makes you... something something. This will probably make little sense beyond nonsense to... but if in the know, and well, you will know if you are, it will land on a chord that few know how to play.  Fore Cinderella's Mr. Midnight clothed himself in a fasade that nothing matters... Always put together. Always wearing that same nonuniform. Always going to that same bar. Always. Always. Always. Routines. Entrances. Exits. When he arrive

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My Bio
Current Residence: in the haze of in between, CA
deviantWEAR sizing preference: xs
Favourite genre of music: I'm an aspiring music snob/audiophile
Favourite photographer: Helmet Newton, Annie Leibovitz
Favourite style of art: pop modernist, with a toss of indie and kitsch
MP3 player of choice: iTunes
Personal Quote: I don't want to be held down, I just want to be held

Favourite Movies
High Fidelity
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Korea Girl
Favourite Writers
Vonnegut
Favourite Games
Dragon Warrior, Zombies Ate my Neighbors, Zelda, FF, Contra, Katamari Damacy, Killzone, Perfect Dark
Favourite Gaming Platform
XBL achievement lover.
Tools of the Trade
the world is my canvas.
Other Interests
writing, roller derby, motorcycles, photography, mixed medium

Devious Journal Entry

Devious Journal Entry

Late nights make the days blur by.   It's a long commute.   Not just here... but also to HERE. At some points during the day I find myself far far away.   Thinking about the future.   Thinking about the past. Thinking about the in between. What ifs. What could bes. What adventures the day will bring. What adventures will continue through the sunset. There's something magical about driving past the city skyline. Without fail, no matter how tiring my day has been, there is an immediate smile. By the time I get home tonight, the sun will have already set. I wonder if there will be a haze above the city or just clear stark blacknes

Project analog

Project analog

A concoction that I was pondering last year is now finally going to be getting the love that it's deserved.  The best part of this is the intensive research involved into all those places I've lived digitally. Stay tuned and happy 2011.

@___

@___

even if it wasn't happily ever after, it was still happily ever i want the after though. selfish selfish me. dream dream dream

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I HATE the word LOVE...I LOVE the word FUCK.
darkielProfessional Digital Artist
heyyyyyyyy howve ya been =3
(havent talked to ya in... like a year lol. (from gg)
drkmnxdmbProfessional Filmographer
hey !

thanx ;)
thanks for the fav dear :aww:
Thank you for adding my stuff to your favourites. I really appreciate it. :D
thanks for the fave.
glad to be part of your collection.
...keep uploading your gallery...quite interesting
UntitledAnonymous Photographer
Whuddup bitchass! <3