Orange SkinsAnd as the silence broke upon us,Orange Skins
and as the lights shone out. As the fire sparked at embers,
as moments now fell out.
I knew by you,
the scent you wore,
and felt you by my side. Your shoulder,
neck and back fell into,
a mould of my design.
I made myself for you this time,
and spent it happily, and orange peels and rinds and scent,
will float about unseen.
Categorise Life
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A photographer is a real voyeur...
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"I was over in Australia, and everyone's like: 'Are you proud to be an American?' And I was like, 'Um, I don't know, I didn't have a lot to do with it. You know, my parents fucked there, that's about all." - Bill Hicks on patriotism
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