But in my teleconference with Houston they told me I wasn't any use to 'em. So I walked up the length of the Street they call Straight cursing myself cause I got there too late.
I'm your genie, I'm your friend, I'm your willing slave Take a chance, just feed me and You know the kinda eats, the kinda red hot treats The kinda sticky licky sweets I crave
I run from their pity, from responsibility I run from the country and run from the city I can run from the law, I can run from myself I can run for my life, I can run into debt I can run from it all, I can run 'til I'm gone I can run for the office and run from the cause
I propose a toast to my self control You see it crawling helpless on the floor Someday there'll be a cure for pain That's the day I throw my drugs away
All I heard was an unearthly silence Apart from the violence, explode in my head Where all at once was this moment of beauty No more since it slew me, no never again
Should I choose a noble occupation? If I did, I'd only show up late and sick and they would stare at me with hatred Plus, my only natural talent's wasted on my alcoholic friends The party never ends
What is a dog but a machine for loving You introduce him to a human being Giving him the mission to love And however ugly, perverse, deformed Or stupid this human being might be The dog loves him
The man thinks, the horse thinks The sheep thinks, the cow thinks, the dog thinks The fish doesn't think The fish is mute, expressionless The fish doesn't think because the fish knows Everything
Mama wipe the blood off my face I can't see through it any more I need someone to talk to and a new hiding place Feel like I'm looking out of heaven's door
Mama I can hear that thunder roll Echoing down from God's distant shore I can hear them calling for my soul Feel I'm knocking on heaven's door
From the fall came such choices Even worse than the fall There’s this chain of consequences Within, without ~ James, "Hey ma"
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Proof of my huge ignorance #347 : For the life of me, I can't tell if this is slightly out of focus or simply blurred. Or both. Or what. Also, this is the first processed photo here. Meaning that I fooled around with tone and contrast for about twenty seconds. Hm.
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PHOTOGRAPHS are hastily scanned (when not digital) and poorly home-developed (when not by a professional) , very rarely cropped and never ever processed, and generally unblemished by anything that could make them, well, better. THE ABOVE STATEMENT is a lie, or rather has been a lie since March 2010. I tweak levels, lightness and contrast regularly (I even used a mask once), I often crop, and I've tried colorizing a couple of photos. I use GIMP 2.6. DATES are semi-random, give or take a couple of years or more.
LOCATIONS are approximately accurate. Usually.
TITLES are not necessarily relevant.
CAPTIONS are most certainly irrelevant.
TECHNICAL INFORMATION is sometimes wildly inaccurate. Labels include films which do not even exist. I think.
TECHNOBABBLE explains recent - digital - endeavours, from the point of view of a person who knows a couple of things about film photography and 35mm cameras but fuck all about digital anything. Don't expect insightful comments on technology, expect a novice's enthusiasm - or dismay - upon learning stuff everybody else already knows.