Just because

Its work and you like it. :)


Its fun and for a friend. :)



Its everything and a privilege to be there.
I'm just glad I could share the moment and watch. :D

well, I won't write but you can read

I guess i don't really want to talk right now. Its not easy getting my life
back together the way it was, i don't know if I can. I've finally unpacked.
7 months after the move, i guess bit by bit i'll get my ass moving again.
I won't see the morning light in my bunk again. Its all a little surreal



I'm posting too many pictures again, its all from a one of my expired
sensia rolls... sort of the what-I-am-feeling-camera, this roll has been in the
cam for 2-3 months. Its almost boring to tears, cropped alot but still a
personal memento so up it goes. I won't write but you can read.

Won't have to

scape

Stripey Goddesses Around

If not knowing

stops mattering then i'm just about dead sian.
i'll close my eyes but i'm listening.

Broadway showtunes keep me happy, dance music keeps me chilled.
The sounds between the sounds as i sit or walk send chills up my spine.

I love my mp3 player, I think we all do. Music introduces new worlds, new sounds,
it trancends, till you realise your feet are still stuck in this world.
Unplug it. Listen. Pick up enviromental sound, its not a genre duuuude, its the sounds
around you.
Close your eyes and walk for abit. sit quietly. hear the color, the tones, the mood, the patterns.
No you don't have to identify intervals or the romanian pentatonic (whats that? my point exactly).
Enjoy. Thats all.

I'm tired of seeing. I think i'll hear for a while.

Bad binary

Screenshots :D.... boredom.... wheee

Y'know how when you work you get in the zone...
or supposed to... not that the pictures are crap
but i've imposed too much into them.
my own general sianness. I don't think i've short-changed
any assignments but i am short changing myself.

I want to give to whatever was in front of the lens.
I know i used to. Now i am a leach, sucking energy to
fuel the photograph.

20 days left of this 2 year sorry excuse from doing good work.
about time too....

yeah

kindly mount your bag
if you intend to lightly spring
away down steps as you always do.

if conjured tired moments of universal exhilaration
bore you
there are only these eyes to bore into

what?
no!
really.
oh.

well the doors there.
No bell has peel'd
here my fix'd foot shall grow
this boy's fatfannyass ain't goin nooowhere hon.

yeah whatever
yeah whatever my silly bitchy lovely mofo.



Tread softly.