its been three weeks since my last drug binge.
I feel like ass, and if it was not for the xanax, vicodin, norco, muscle relaxers (soma), plaquenill, antibiotics, the occasional dextramedorphin (probably misspelled that one due to taking the four fist sedatives named above), I would probably stab the next person at work that tells me how easy it is to take a picture; how its not art, becoming a photo major is a waste of my time- and how they can do the same with their shitty automatic Cannon Rebel.
I would also be smashing my shitty economy car into the next BMW that cuts me off. or maybe Id just cathc up and point my 1911 colt pistol and try to blow their fucken heads off- while driving. Maybe if I set a tripod on the passengeres seat and press the cable realease on time, I could see how I blast the motherfuckers skull. I know what your thinking- I need a shot gun get that kind of a shot.
your just gonna have to have a little suspension of disbelief (or is that only apply to films?)
Picture this, if you will:
A stop motion picture of a rich bald white guy, hands on the wheel and fucken shattered skull, brains ans blood artistically decorated throughout the beautifully upholstered leather seats, and a shattered drivers side window- of course.
that is art. no, that is a picture...
i need some greens. Its like my fairy dust to think happy thoughts.
must be strong for another week.
Auf Wedersehen.
I feel like ass, and if it was not for the xanax, vicodin, norco, muscle relaxers (soma), plaquenill, antibiotics, the occasional dextramedorphin (probably misspelled that one due to taking the four fist sedatives named above), I would probably stab the next person at work that tells me how easy it is to take a picture; how its not art, becoming a photo major is a waste of my time- and how they can do the same with their shitty automatic Cannon Rebel.
I would also be smashing my shitty economy car into the next BMW that cuts me off. or maybe Id just cathc up and point my 1911 colt pistol and try to blow their fucken heads off- while driving. Maybe if I set a tripod on the passengeres seat and press the cable realease on time, I could see how I blast the motherfuckers skull. I know what your thinking- I need a shot gun get that kind of a shot.
your just gonna have to have a little suspension of disbelief (or is that only apply to films?)
Picture this, if you will:
A stop motion picture of a rich bald white guy, hands on the wheel and fucken shattered skull, brains ans blood artistically decorated throughout the beautifully upholstered leather seats, and a shattered drivers side window- of course.
that is art. no, that is a picture...
i need some greens. Its like my fairy dust to think happy thoughts.
must be strong for another week.
Auf Wedersehen.
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mmmm 1911 M1A....
as for danny boy, love, well love's a strong word.
but he's occasionally swell.