BoredemIt's happened again. Racing thought and wasted time while i'm trying to find just a speck of intrest in that spot on the ceiling. I've got to get up and search the grounds for change but the place remains the same as it was five minutes ago. I swear the dog is dead but upon call he comes back to life again so i just walk away. Food might help but I can only take so many sandwhiches or cups full of noodles that fill me with sodium causing dehydration then urination. There are books full of words that don't seem to stick and it's making me sick to sit and stare out the window at the world passing by while I sit and waste away the day without maBoredem
Mega ManLying to MyselfWhat if every tear I shed Was contrived Just like every word I wrote? All lies. What if every pain that cut Was falseLying to Myself
And the sorrow that bled Just deceit? Just an act To make you think I cared. What if I called you a mistake, Said I never loved you? That I hate the words I spoke To make you feel Like my kiss was real? What if I said
Your smile made me sick, Your eyes filled me with regret Your hands clung too tight? You’re the best thing That ever happened to me.
btw.
would you mind taking a look at mine and tell me what you think of it.
tips are welcome.
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hope you'll visit my gallery
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Bob Carlos Clarke said of his wife Lindsey once "It takes a strong woman to be with a man that is obsessed with photographing the woman at the next table...."
Darklight Photography [link] Dance [link]
what cha think?
check out some of my other work
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i ate a dead body once, im not proud of it
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'Don't let this pleasant human exterior fool you. Never forget, I am what I am. I'm a killer. That's my nature. I'm a killer. Please don't ever forget that.'
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~Retro
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