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Artist's Comments
Well I hear old Boxer
Got turned into glue When his legs couldn't carry the stones that we through You had quite a party At the price of his bones Who needs a good man When there's new things to own You throw away memories To make room for fun Do you have space for me Among your prodigal sons? Discarded bicycle on Front Street, Traverse City. [Alternate version] |
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Comments
nicely shot.. and its amazing that you didnt get any raindrops on your lens.
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Beware, I bite
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I like both versions of this.
bastards!
*Cough*
I'm senti/semi-mental about my literature. .o.
I like this shot- Has it just rained? <3 Rain makes everything a little dreamier. And wetter. And colder. Unless its hot out. Then its like, 'Holy crap! Hot water!'
Maybe thats just here.
And, of course, a nice shot on your part
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We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
How's that for a slice of fried gold?
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Lost and never found.
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Lost and never found.
But thanks, I'm glad the mood came across well.
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