Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Atlanta
So I went to Atlanta this weekend I didn't actually go in the city this time just on the out skirts but i got a few cool pictures. I plan on moving here when I get older.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Beginning Photography.
These are some of the first pictures I took when I decided to try out photography.
Still some of my all time favorites.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Come Back to Me.
I still remember how every part of you felt under my finger tips. I remember your taste and your smell and your smile, and when I think of all these things I have you back for that brief moment. You're holding me close and you're whispering to me and we're laughing and then within a half of second your gone. and i'm alone again.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Procrastination.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Love.
What is commonly called love, namely the desire of satisfying a voracious appetite with a certain quantity of delicate white human flesh. ~Henry Fielding
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Two Years.
Two years i've loved the same person. Not straying, not even thinking about another person. Yet for the last part of this year i've been fighting to keep this person in my life. Why? I really don't know. They're not the person I once knew. They're cruel and corrupted. They treat me like shit to be quite honest. They only want to be kind to me when they want something but when I need them they're never there. I think I'm done. Its going to be difficult but for my own wellness I think I have to. So here's me finally burying the love that's been dead for months now. I've done all I can to fix you but you're gone.
To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.
Jean Baudrillard
To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.
Jean Baudrillard
Saturday, September 4, 2010
The hanged Man.
The Fool settles beneath a tree, intent on finding his spiritual self. There he stays for nine days, without eating, barely moving. People pass by him, animals, clouds, the wind, the rain, the stars, sun and moon. On the ninth day, with no conscious thought of why, he climbs a branch and dangles upside down like a child, giving up for a moment, all that he is, wants, knows or cares about. Coins fall from his pockets and as he gazes down on them - seeing them not as money but only as round bits of metal - everything suddenly changes perspective. It is as if he's hanging between the mundane world and the spiritual world, able to see both. It is a dazzling moment, dreamlike yet crystal clear. Connections he never understood before are made, mysteries are revealed.
But timeless as this moment of clarity seems, he realizes that it will not last. Very soon, he must right himself, and when he does, things will be different. He will have to act on what he's learned. For now, however, he just hangs, weightless as if underwater, observing, absorbing, seeing.
But timeless as this moment of clarity seems, he realizes that it will not last. Very soon, he must right himself, and when he does, things will be different. He will have to act on what he's learned. For now, however, he just hangs, weightless as if underwater, observing, absorbing, seeing.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
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