I finally got the hair color I wanted!
I just want someone to share this million dollar pudding with.
life has become a repetitive cycle
Lonely consolations from a TV screen, and further things unseen.
Pixeled consolations don’t know what they bring, but it’s not empathy.
Dreams from palpitations your ideas fade, they begin to stray.
But you can always make it up along the way, from which you meant to say.
Parlous excitation from acquired sounds, where the voices drown.
Morbid fascination insulates the brain, it becomes unwound.
If only this were real you’d see it clear as day, not some other way.
Turbo-electric daydreams oozing through the ground, you were never found.
Mini preview of a weekend project.
sometimes I can concentrate
sometimes I can’t
Yeah, I’m about dat life.
Playing with my new camera.