I am having those thought again and seeing things like purple indians from avatar. Like my vietnam flash-back. I have to make fun of my mental health otherwise it is not fun for me to have. Then it is me sitting in the cold wind blowing over my private parts. It is very cold. The lighthouse place doesnt have anything available for me so I sit in library all day and such. Very stupid. But Come next year I will be off this fucking north america. Maybe the real white people in the world will be nicer. I guess the electronic age caught up with canadians and interac yesterdays. Facebook was not sending chats and twitter was almost impossible to twat on .
suicide is a permanent solution to a permanent problem.
I did a couple shots in the summer for a bit of cash. Too very bad I don’t own a nice camera but a this bad one. I did try and made a good friend who is not actually blonde.
then the sneakup
This is an old photoshoot I did outside my flooded, bat filled, ant infested apartment. She lived across the hall and some nights screams of terror as bats flew in her hair.
Filed under: Memory loss, Photography, Quantum Field Theory
