digital parabellum

Its so hard to let go of film. Something you can hold, touch,smell. Something to stimulate your senses. This is a practice in control. This is a story. Every day encounters and text. I'll keep wishin.

Saturday, September 12, 2009


pressurized cabin
my feet are cold
the washington ballet kills me
Holden Caulfield wont ever love Jane Gallagher again
Youll never love me and im running away.
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