today I smelt lily of the valley, and I've decided that
I don't think anything matters anymore except for lily of the valley.

I have a flickr account now, if anyone's interested: [link]
I've actually had it for awhile, I don't know why I didn't mention it sooner.


Lately things have been steadily inclining towards a more clarified state of being, which I suppose is a good thing. I just get so sick of being stuck in the in between, I find that intensity is so often taken for granted.

i'll
i'll tell
i'll tell it
i'll tell it to
i'll tell it to you
i'll tell it to you like
i'll tell it to you like i
i'll tell it to you like i got
i'll tell it to you like i got it
i'll tell it to you like i got it on
i'll tell it to you like i got it on my
i'll tell it to you like i got it on my mind
i'll tell it to you like i got it on my
i'll tell it to you like i got it on
i'll tell it to you like i got it
i'll tell it to you like i got
i'll tell it to you like i
i'll tell it to you like
i'll tell it to you
i'll tell it to
i'll tell it
i'll tell
i'll



I need to shoot more film, like tomorrow. I've been so inspired to shoot color film and slides lately, I just suck at leaving my room unless I intensely prepare myself.

why is it that the self-destructive, practically impossible, or absolutely ridiculous alternative is always easier and more appealing?

Maybe the weather is a combination of colors?
Today is yellow and green. Everything is heavy and soggy infused with clouds of slightly muted sun and radioactive heartbeat.


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