I hate it that I leave rolls of films all over my shelf. Thought I'd be collecting pictures taken with my Holga but...
I have the tendency of getting very physical says:
you always keep developing the wrong film
Anyway.
People, places, faces, traces.






That's how it feels every weekday.
I feel like a stuffed turkey. Oh how mothers feed their kids on their special day.
Suicide, blasphemy and make-believe.
Is it time to revolt yet?
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Posted by
Michelle
at
3:19 PM
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