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Thursday, October 22, 2009
Get out.
These shots remind me of a certain photographer whose name I can not remember. Though, I feel that these are more raw, natural, another word along those lines. Rachel, help me out here with the name of that photographer.
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rcd826
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gregory crewdson. =)
October 22, 2009 at 9:25 PM
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I gotta keep moving.
No one hears me.
You look me in the eyes.
I'm going back to Denver.
Fall apart in front of me.
From the cradle.
Get out.
My eyes dig in.
This cursed earth.
Kiss or kill.
Roar.
Don't go around breaking young girls hearts.
Just sleep tight.
This door will open.
Do I get the gold chariot ?
Why must it be a dream?
Bombing the sunset.
Twisted firestarter.
Plea.
Blood in the water.
I've been looking so long.
Age of consent.
No school.
Covering our tracks.
I've never felt so strange.
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gregory crewdson. =)
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