I want to give all our smiling-bedroom-eye photographs away to strangers

Extra dimensions of a photograph, fading rapidly	And you as well must die, beloved dust,	the comforting sounds of my computer	I miss you
I would have leapt at the innuendo you had strewn at my feet.	We turn our faces to what the eternal evening brings	Martine Stig	It's colder than it looks outside
Thoughts on a Grey Day	Streetlamps. Yellow roses. Everything glows.	you know you've been caught	At night, she still believes in him
When the ocean fell	Drink from the cup as if it's already broken	We had every gentle sound	multiple image pinhole camera
Bella Union	Memories are meant to fade : They're designed that way for a reason	Neutral Milk Hotel	animals
Editor Log: November 2007	Cello Player	fixed gear	The Simple Pleasure of Photography

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