

es56ay35sGQGW$It is April. Ripe pink blossoms are plucked from their home in Ueno-koen. Lifted out of Tokyo and across the pacific by ancient winds, their journey ends in the crib of a newborn.es56ay35sGQGW$


The Spears ExpressBoxes that once sat proudly upright, Gliding along rails leading to a bright metropolis Rushing toward opportunity.The Spears Express
At the first stop, lost among a crowd Searching for a way to the next train She is noticed, but passed over
She boards the train again, The next part of the journey long, But worth the wait.
Only a stopover on to her true destination Notice is finally taken, as she Strides with confidence and hops on once more.
The train gain speed, the rails become uneven the smooth ride begins to jar teeth
Finally, a fat


298iThey watch and they learn and for this they yearn: they must know it, everything, all. But what does not show on their network will go unknown - my syringe of spite. For daring to think they drove her to the brink, their queries from all seeing eyes. But at last, tonight at the speed of light I draw their web against them. Their safety net a bed of thorns I reach out and press send with scorn. The links fade fast The network gone at last and for the first time, we're alone.298i
Just letting you know that I selected one of your pieces for a musical-themed feature, which you can check out here -> [link]
Great gallery, and keep up the lovely work.
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"Hollywood is like being nowhere and talking to nobody about nothing."
Michelangelo Antonioni
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Thank you so much for adding "Someone Is Thinking Of Me." to your favourites!
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We talked about the noise and how its hard to hear your own voice above the beat and the sub-bass.
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I HAVE NOTHING CLEVER TO PUT HERE!!
Sweet rant btw, although I am not a photographer I can totally see what you're saying and agree. There's a difference between digital art melded with photography for a purpose and a really shitty photo manip. Seems the latter is abundant around here sometimes....
Your work is beautiful, keep it up
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"I'm not the Kool-Aid man, either- he just busted through big walls, and told people to drink refreshing sugar water. I can't break through thick walls- I have to piece them apart, brick by brick..and there's only one door. Through Heaven."~s0lidsn4k3
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