I got tired of the previous angsty journal message, so here's a haiku:
I eat greasy chips
And kill small gnats with my nuts
Even though I am girl.
There. Beautiful.
(A punch in the stomach. A nausea of forgotten pain. A crumbling altar in the depth of my chest. My love for you is like vodka. An awkward silence. A fading memory of a dream. Pale stains of a broken melody. Last traces of wonderous acid in my spine. Indescipherable streaks of a painting lost in the Pacific ocean. Aftertaste of pain.)
Thanks for checking out my gallery. I'm glad to see some more people interested in photo at bard. I particularly like a lot of your portrait photos. Really neat gallery, keep it up.