Fuck you, David Schwimmer.Autumn leaves fall around me, their delicate figures manoeuvring like broken angels falling from the heavens. Their tiny scarlet bodies lay in crumpled heaps; I let them pile up over me; allow them to bury me. Just as I begin to lose sight of the heavens a short breeze blows these leaves away and once again the angels soar through the sky, ready to embrace winter. I lay here, in this deciduous forest, amongst piles of autumn leaves, battling this dream; forbidding its departure.Fuck you, David Schwimmer.
Just as I feel it slipping away an animal dashes past. Funny, I felt completely alone here. I don’t bother lifting my head let alone finding it. The
| Think, Don't Pray. Shannon. I don't believe in faith or love. I believe in science and war. Negative heart. In a nutshell. |
So the neighborhood is dimming.
Tired
I'm planning to do this one series sometime in the future on the Punk Music scene.
If you lived in China, I would ask you to model for me xD
Great photography by the way - keep it up (:
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Alas, I live in the lovely Australia. :C
Thanks again, I'll try and keep it up, but I doubt I will.
I'm slack haha. xD
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Think, Don't Pray.
i love your gallery hahah
see you soon, and have a nice day
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my msn! candy.lutscher8@hotmail.com
i understand spanish & english ok?
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