aw shit i’ve been ferreting around the Natura Classica flickr pool and i’m so in love with this camera now. it’s the damn night shots. i want that feeling… that wong kar-wai / blade runner noir-y sharp oozy feeling. with this new wad of birthday cash and some money i’ve been holding on to i could get one or hold off for something i really want like a black minolta 7sII or canon sd780. *edit: this money could also get me a lot of booze and drugs and paint the paradox of choice… who’s the lucky one?
i put on a light raincoat and unlocked the front door. i walked down to check the mail and as i was rifling through the magazines and notices looking for the letter i was expecting, my downstairs neighbor’s door opened. out walked two elderly couples, friends or relatives of the family that lived below me. one of the old men put his arm on my shoulder and said “winter will always come.”—-when we’re in our later years, is it a requirement to blow the minds of strangers with casually profound statements?
fivedeer: (by a. s.) /fall
lucky in love, no luck at the tracks though.
YO YO HEY HAPPY BIRTHDAY.gotta wake up 7 on my god damn birthday, no way i’m not getting pizza and beer before my Joyce class tho.
janitoroflunacy: andperverse
at least i smell good.

Hold on John, John hold on,
It’s gonna be alright,
You gonna win the fight.