What I DoI cant remember the last time I seriously shot for fun. For me, For therapy... and I desperately need it. School is sucking the light out of me, and making my head hurt, and my shoulders stiff.
1 more year... I love what I do...
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Indecisiveness will kill me.There is an overwhelming emptiness In a house so full, An emptiness I cannot cure,Indecisiveness will kill me.
that robs of me of my oxygen, and twists my insides into ribbons. There is a longing that burns in me, deep in the pit of me, For a life so far away. Slamming the gavel down seems a better fate than this perpetual run around. Backlit trees look like they're on fire this time of year, light me up, and watch me sit like a monk,
not for courage, but for paralyzing fear, I wouldn't know Should I stay, or should I go?
by ~2sweet4RockNRoll
Seashells by the sea shore.The muscles in my neck get strung up so tight, Its as if you could play violin, A sweet melody of up all night, Pupils the size of a pin. The night sky is alight, And I'm wondering where you've been. Laying your anchor down, In seedy hotels, Somewhere around Cape Town. Bits of shells and gravel sand gather in your sheets, Ringing the bells in the story that the children tell, When we are fast asleep.Seashells by the sea shore.
by ~2sweet4RockNRoll
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- Print preference: ...
- Interests: Photography, music, life.
- Favourite movie: Fight Club.
- Favourite band or musician: HIM. Silverchair.
- Favourite poet or writer: Ville Valo.Charles Bukowski.Pablo Neruda
- Favourite photographer: my daddy.
- Shell of choice: My hermit one.
- Skin of choice: Pale.
- Favourite game: Love.
- Personal Quote: Crazy Bitch.
- Tools of the Trade: A lens.
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"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
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"Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish has been caught will we realize that we can't eat money."
"I'm carrying the fire."
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"Zu einem bestimmten Zeitpunkt wird alles auseinanderbrechen, weil man zuviel darüber nachgedacht hat." Thomas Pynchon, Die Enden der Parabel, S. 860
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