Places, peoples, plants, and eBay. Monday, June 6, 2011. Real, like the bones in my body. Skin deep is such a nice depth. Photos by Johnny Maroney at Forest Lawn cemetary. Monday, May 16, 2011. Summer is coming, I wanna swim. Overwhelming inspiration and ideas, where to begin. Monday, April 25, 2011. Wednesday, February 9, 2011. These black holes changed my life. Sunday, December 26, 2010. Here are some photos he took.

Stuff that makes you wanna know the rest of the story in a picture. But my main interest is photos of random stuff I like and I wanna share.

Tales of a Misheard Girl . Sometimes I feel like crying. Sometimes I think I am flying. Sometimes I dance with angels. I KNOW IT WAS ONLY A RIDE. I KNOW IT WAS JUST A PASSERBY OCASSION , YET I AM STILL ON THE RIDE POISONED BY YOUR WORDS.

Those days when you wish you were someone else in a different time. The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.