"i can't explain myself, i'm afraid," said
alice, "because i'm not
myself, you
see."
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photographer of the masses, the faces, the buildings, the beautiful, the trees, the colorful, the strange, the trash on the side of the road, the infinite amount of pretty little moments that are so hard to find in the middle of all this shit. i'm waiting for 2012. i got my crowbar ready and i'm waiting for Z-day, too. i'm waiting for something to wake the human race out of it's ignorant sleep... like that will ever happen. if you're not important to me your opinion of me isn't either. i like summer. summer is green grass and magic tree and 40's and aimless walking. tea parties on roofs with lsd for dinner and lollipops and cigarettes for breakfast. i'm a chronic insomniac, and maybe as a result of that an abstract thinker. i operate on instinct; everything i do is just as much of a surprise to me as it is anyone else and i like it that way. i don't like a lot of people but the people i do are my surrogate family. buddhist on good days and nihilist on bad days but i'm always living for happiness.