crumples up peice of paper and tosses it into the trash.... " cause secret loves should stay secret"...
plus who really needs to hear about a night in a basement bar with a handful of strange people singing "people are strange" along to a karaoke machine. Faces bathed in drug store colored lights only to be met with broken smiles, Necco Sweethearts candies, and wiskey breath.
Visual of the night.. A car rolling down the small streets in oldtown with a billowing cloud of chalky dust from a fire extinquisher that some cool cats must have stole from another local bar. Wheres the plastic and duct tape when you need it?
plus who really needs to hear about a night in a basement bar with a handful of strange people singing "people are strange" along to a karaoke machine. Faces bathed in drug store colored lights only to be met with broken smiles, Necco Sweethearts candies, and wiskey breath.
Visual of the night.. A car rolling down the small streets in oldtown with a billowing cloud of chalky dust from a fire extinquisher that some cool cats must have stole from another local bar. Wheres the plastic and duct tape when you need it?
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check out my photoset in the artists group, ive got some holga work up there. i was obsessed with the holga for a while.
i didnt move here from SF, but i passed through there on the way here... im from new york, moved to PDX, then to boulder, i havent been able to stay put since this summer.
Even if they help nature make purdy flowers.