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across the pond
reeds bow against
the soft charge of night

change

further down
they are fingers
inviting me to the pleasures
of Death by water

it's split-second
passion, it's surrendered
sound of exploding lungs

like poor bells ringing
underwater, and
it's late at night.

too tired for words

Damien Rice and Red Wine are lulling me to sleep tonight.

Gumdrops and Saturdays

Saturday was a busy day.

First, Chris and I headed to a 'meet the artist' type thing where he is showing two pieces of his artwork.


I only got a picture of one of his pieces. Mainly because the gentleman sitting in front of the other one, eating some sort of apple pastry, frightened me too much snap his photo. I did, however, get a shot of some old books.

I also scored La Bête humaine on VHS for three bucks. Which no one i have encountered since seems to understand my excitement over. I also bought a really nice photograph that was being shown at the shop.

Afterward, we stopped at a pawn shop and i scored almost all of Gaiman's The Sandman for $45 bucks. I am missing two, but it seemed worth it.

We then went to a friend's surprise 30th birthday party. It was (mostly) a good time. I got to see a lot of the people I was surrounded by most of my high school days. Also others I haven't seen in years.

I'm in the middle of your picture

I only stick with you
Because there are no others



I happen to be listening to this song while doing
the post work to this photo. I was going a whole
different direction when I started, but the mood
was changed. The entire radiohead playlist listed
to the right of that video is amazing.

I wish Thom Yorke could sing me lullabies .

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sepia dreams and a blurred reality

on this night

I haven't been sleeping well lately. Too many dreams, too many abrupt endings to said dreams. Ya know how it goes.

I watched a documentary earlier called Born Into Brothels. Highly recommended. I teared up a bit. Though that can be said for a number of things, it should be watched.