

FrequencyI; tall in being Breathe deep for the sake of concern Often agape and dismantled Drowning my meaning Liquid gold curiously coating my veins For me, comfort at depth Holds the key to my dreams A manifest before myself and God I'm sure mary would approve The mother reaches with a silent arm And a lame tongue to agree If she and the father only knew The bastard son i really amFrequency
falling
atlas

somberLost in controversial subjects bread crumbs left stale morning dew seems to lose it's touch The breaths last pull filthe can grow old I assure myself As if to say The body would move onto something new No more struggle No more half witted mediation A conduit of miracles the strength of lost meaning Under the wings of a dragonfly, Isomber
its rad.
reminds me of the dude on the pack of ZigZags. Before i roll one up.
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im all feet/genitalia
scripting scenarios
hit me with some scene descriptions!
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I'll get back to you on that!
haha, Friday night son. I'll have some rough drafts set up.
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& yeah i just use a Fujifilm finepix Z5
Add that awesome thing you're working on. Get motivation and strangle it!
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its dead man!
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Have a nice day
thanks!
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