the boy whose bed i'm in, who drove away, or the boy whose bed i've never seen, who i'm not sure left in the first place


i am.i am propaganda. i wonder what good comes of insights. i hear myself going through your paranoia. i see enigmas striking down love. i want eternity to be proven. i am propaganda.i am.
i pretend there was no beginning to the story. i feel my nerves explode. i touch a freckled arm. i worry that these are feints. i pray to a god i don't even believe in. i cry for anything other than myself. i am propaganda.
i understand what's being hurtled at me. i say that you shouldn't feel bad for this. i dream of hide-and-seek. i try to avoid this. i try
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my other art account- airfloater --> [link]
myspace--> [link]
official site --> [link]
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Futurowoman Fotographie
Signed Prints @ [link]
hope all is well
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My Art will be your Demise.
Come to the world of Eifel! [link]
"Here I thought we were friends, and now you have a gun in my face."
if you would have some questions or technical doubts - just send me a note ^^
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I grabbed the keys to locks
The jewels and the rocks
The cream in the box...
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