lost my thoughts for a bit(a longer bit)but decided i should get them back or find new ones. measuring time never got me anywhere but to sleep. and there's food under my keyboard enough to save the world from famine. gonna play some more with my cameras, screw money.
i received the deadline:three more years of making something of myself then off into the wild sand and cold and watery way to a place i'd like to call home.
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when i'm down smiling people are the best. need to find them. and want to find out what is best when you're high(i guess it should be more than life)
feel like a baby sucking on her thumb desperately wanting to stop doing that. the light yesterday was the perfect example of something else and i've always wanted to trap light in my tiny windowless house.

i'm not allowed to keep you that way

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i hope it rains

P.S. cine are gropite sa le scoata la vedere