Friday, November 5, 2010

For whom is concern

We all have something to hide. Some dark place inside us we don’t want the world to see. So we pretend everything’s okay. Wrapping ourselves in rainbows. And maybe that’s all for the best, because some of these places are darker than others.I know it hurts. But it’s life, and it’s real. And sometimes it fucking hurts, but it’s life, and it’s pretty much all we got.

I'm not saying that I've giving up. I'm just trying not to think as much as I use to.






Photography is what you see with your eye and it goes so quick, that you don't even have to see it. To photograph means to paint with light. Mistakes are part of it. They are the poetry, the painterly quality. And for that you need a bad camera. If you want to be famous, you have to be worse in something, than anybody else in the world.



So always being sacastic..?




Sarcasm is a body's natural defense against stupid.

If you aren't going all the way, why go at all?

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