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tu me manquesin the city where we found escape it was easier to understand the words that you wrote i lie here now in the broken landscape of my bed nostalgic about the curves i never caressed regretful of the words i never spoketu me manques
thousands of miles later, i still feel the same walking these empty streets alone time stands frozen in your wake as the distant wind carries your voice on paper planes that never seem to fall
je ne sais pas, how to put it in words all the things i felt for you before you left and how will i find your soul again, if i don't dress like a hi


untitled.the ways in which you walk are as strange as a tim burton short without pattern nor direction where do we go now?untitled.
nothing here makes any sense the way you move, a testament to true freedom in the way that you dance with me, i still search for reason and rationality
take a walk down the street run across the ocean and hope not to drown for the sake of finding what's on the other side are you sure you want to do this?
now look me in the eye stare into the open doors of my mind i've discovered i'm living in a different body will you hel


homelet me paint a pretty picture for you not a rembrandt or picasso, but i'll give it 300% let's make magic on this blank canvas let's make music on this empty score let's make some art tonight.home
prove to me i'm not a hopeless romatic give me an excuse not to move to Paris queen west suits me fine down here we can see the sunset maybe not New York, but here I've found myself.
let's travel the streets of Toronto like blocks in a Tetris game. show me the way you move perhaps your patterns will give me inspiration the footprints we make a testament to o


the curespeak softly i'm not the greatest conversationalist your words run around me in circles i come to seek inspiration come feed my indie soul i'm searching for the cure.the cure
all i dreamed of was to free myself from this cage so i could escape to a place without the past all that seemed good was too good to be true i just want to laugh at the mistakes I made laugh at how silly this was i just want the cure.
sleepless nights continue to drive the beast of insomnia i stare, my mind seems to not care i can feel the fear playing a siren's call su


route 66.a chance encounter with something real something that has no name or meaning time doesn't stand still, that's far too cliche, far too ridiculous. time sprang forward about thirty feet and the world titled 43 degrees to the left. what was true? the world was something shiny and new. like a bad stephanie meyer book, my heart lept from my chest. "who are you to tell me I am nothing in this world?" "the world works in mysterious ways, someone had to tell you" the wind huged the curves of my body but there was a softness to the air. "if you and I were the last two peopleroute 66.
I'm glad you enjoy my photography! Any details as anything specific you want me to do?!
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Don't hide behind the plastic.....
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+(DaMang ~ Nonchalant)+
Play my friend Keemonto's RPG Demo, "Demon Gate!"
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I've got three rolls of film to play with, if I can find a development place. My brother thinks I'm going to learn how to use a darkroom
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+(DaMang ~ Nonchalant)+
Play my friend Keemonto's RPG Demo, "Demon Gate!"
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Don't hide behind the plastic.....
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