godspeed you! black emperor.
blaise bailey finnegan III.

and i wanted that heat so bad
i could taste the fire on your breath
and i wanted in your storm so bad
i could taste the lightning on your breath.

the time i take to photograph my father
is the only time we spend togehter.
some 10 minutes every now and then.
but he always makes his hair before i photograph him.
guess he wants me to have beautiful memories of him.

its nice to be close to the ones you miss every now and then.
those you know and those you never met.

cough.
blood.
pain.
my night to remember.

mewithoutyou.
carousels.

time for these lullabies to find a wall.

miss the rain.

to feel protected under riots.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaK4xo8GKvw

collectiva?

the "i want to" project or something.
things i wanted to share and make them feel unique.

dreams of what might have been.

i dont know what home is but i feel it in the city.

the gathering - how to measure a planet.

slipping away and hiding.
demons be gone.

she is my goodmorning and my goodnight.

nothing urban about portraits.

he was writing fairytales to put to sleep
yet he was always awake.

tonight i am the emperor of fallen bridges.

i don't need much to be happy.

just to get in a car and drive under a bridge.
simple dreams.

just a simple late evening with a good friend.