

ExistenceExistenceExistence
Its 5.23am, tired and strung out. Swallowed a concoction of chemically tampered pharmaceuticals washed down with black coffee - Exploding vessels of blood are shooting towards
the iris. The pupil, Expands like liquid spillage into absorbent paper. Visions
blurring.
The world is spinning like an Angry carousel, out of my headspace, too fast to keep up. Starting to, Wobble.
My ribcage; like spiralled pasta shells. sunken and
tight, Bodys aching.
intoxication
cracked wood
wooden bench
by =Nachan
by `larafairie
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"Film-making, like sex, isn't a polite enterprise. It involves a lot of mess, sweat and tears, and the bottom line is, if somebody ain't screaming, you're not doing your job." -James Woods
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I'm visible and yet unseen."
F o u n d e r and A d m i n on
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"If you're photographing in color you show the color of their clothes - if you use black and white, you will show the colour of their soul!"
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In the end, the universe tends to unfold as it should.
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