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frantically he kicks to stay afloat. The cold breath of the man in the air circulates towards the sky as it escapes his throat.
Cofussion. Amnesia seems to have devoured his memory and left him astray, in this strange cold water of freezing decay.
Fear. Begins to swim in a direction absent ot his mind, and paddles he with forcefull
| My dream job would be a graphic artist. I have an appreciation for art in any medium or any genre. I am especially fond of fascinating album art or promo posters. But I would never actually pursue a career because I don't want this creative, relaxing outlet to be "work" for me. Also, I can't be creative upon command. I notice I have the most happy urgency to create is when I am too busy to, and it stays in my mind all day. Regardless, my name is Trace, and I enjoy doing what I do. |
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Did they never tell you one day you'll die?
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There is only you and your camera. The limitations in your photography are in yourself, for what we see is what we are. -- Ernst Haas
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happy and bumb
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"I am free of all prejudices. I hate everyone equally."
love your work too~
not "ugly things", nonsense.
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W la pappa col pomodoro
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"I'm a people magnet when I wear your jacket. GOOD LUCK GETTING THIS!"
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