breathe in, laugh out.

This is a picture entry.
But ... before that, I'm copying something I wrote in a hard copy journal a while ago ...

Marilyn Monroe once said "A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left." I've never loved and rarely believe, and in true discourse, I have left.
But what happens when unhappiness still broods and infects the mind in the way cancer attacks the body? What becomes of one who's entire being is engulfed by no other fleeting emotions sans desperation and frustration?
Do they falter ... persevere ... advance? What defines the greatness of leaders? The ability to persevere or to manipuate? The crossroads has approached. The end and rebirth are near. Unlike the phoenix, this rebirth does not spawn the same futile creature forced to live and die for the sake of a repetitious cycle. This rebirth spawns anew.

Damnnnn, daddy. Now for those pics.


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