I like this

http://www.zefrank.com/scribbler/frailty/

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Thus it be.. I've looked at you alot more than you think.

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Thus it be.. Iv'e looked at you alot more than you think.

HA!

I saw the sirens and wished it was you, but it was an brown haired lady bent with intention.

You shouldn't be so excited, they will be as good as we make them. I have thought of the complexity and I think we can execute this with confidence. It reminds me of the time i waltz in to the studio and threw a perfect vessel after a year's break. Clean and smooth with a small lip, it was smashed agianst the waste.

I understand his writing, Gastby.

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I’ve become more and more obbsessed about my photography each day. Trying the think of the perfect picture to capture the essence of serenity and fleeing beauty.

My hill is no comfort to me any more, the grass is sharp and ants crawl over my legs and bite me on my calves. The sun is beautiful pouring out with heat and harsh light. I find it healing.

I saw a beautiful thing at Workplay last night. My church had it’s cd release party and before the band got up a husband and wife came up to sing. They had powerful deep twangy voices that left the ear satisfied. They had just gotten back from their honeymoon. The wife was dancing and looking at her husband with joyful admiration while they sang. He in return looked so comfortable and like he didn’t want to be anywhere else but by her side.

There are to many memories for me to exsist in that space

There it sits with a deceptively shallow greeting “Hello.” The click sounded like the firecrackes we saw last night. I close my eyes to shut out the feeling, but my heart still races.

I relate like a Tokyo Hotel. You would never know.