Flats

A chemical combination made in twelve burst for a disappointing result. For anyone looking for shape, substance and corn I'ld say look at what's to come.

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Book architecture always wins.

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That probably won't do much for you

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She says she's sick of epiphanies, Of running away from what she doesn't remember. Of investing her whole being in something that doesn't always mean everything. Broken mirrors still show green. Piece them together They want to be fixed, You can see them dragging their faces on the ground And then what? Once your face snaps back into place and you stare into the eyes of the one you say you love will you just wait for them to always hold the smoking gun? You'll always have some stupid joke as your stepping stone but when they go in a ring will there be enough for you to see?

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Still frame from my film of the final practice before the release of “In The Aeroplane Over The Sea.”

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The page is white The ink to thin To write in the day What the night penciled in

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"I’m always thinking about creating. My future starts when I wake up every morning… Every day I find something creative to do with my life."

—Miles Davis

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Nude Portraits series by photographer Trevor Christensen

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If I run into someone on the street id rather the norm to be to say thank you than sorry they have nothing to be sorry about and I've got every reason to say your welcome

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The rain is back but that’s ok. I woke up knowing it hadn’t gone away. I woke inside a bottle. the waves cashing inside. there was a man in my head yelling he was better off dead. I could hear him but still I climbed on top of the scraps that floated near by. sheets of notebook paper weren’t meant to be dry. The pen bigger then myself floated near so I picked it up and ended up here. But it’s really not so bad. There’s plenty to drink now if I could just get something to eat.

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It’s the one that says bad mother fucker on it

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Today I'll sleep I'm my guilt. For those times I ran away or put myself in a hospital bed. For the failed dreams I convinced everyone and no one I would do. For the lack of care I put into being a part of a family. I'm not going to forgive myself. In not ready for that. But it's nice to be aware of it. I hope it manifests itself kindly at the bottom of the piano.

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Yesterday I dreamt my fears but it wasn't a nightmare. More observing what one could look like. I saw myself with out work with out my home walking but without the freedom it was assumed it would bring. There's an upright piano under the bridge. I open the top and climb in. Falling for what seemed like ever I collided with the strings below. Someone began to play but the piano was out of tune. The song carried on and if the string I was holding to began to ring I'd fall to the bottom of the box only to hear untuned strings.