~axone

hey cowboys!



you can bomb the world to pieces, but you can't bomb it into peace.


what we need is eh... a lizard with a ladder!

bored people are boring.

i wish i was greener.


what it all comes down to is: who's holding the umbrella?


look up, there are so many good reasons to smile.
like...



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dots°
books°
bubbles°
lamposts°
umbrellas°
old..phones°
m o h a w k s°
b a l l o o o n s°
sunny......d a y s°
p h o t o g r a p h y°
s p i r a l......s t a i r s°
r u b e r.........d u.. c. k s°
s m o k e in b & w...movies°
writing....................l e t t e r s°
s t r a n g e......................w o r d s°
people who...s p e a k...with their hands°
wrinkled...faces...that...w h i s p e r...s t o r i e s°
abandoned houses filled with memories floating in the dust°
great.......m o v i e s....about.......b o r i n g......persons°
adrian............h e n r i's poem........."whitout you"°
jumping..............w h e n..............it's raining°
c u r i o u s...............................e y e s°
r a i n y.............................d a y s°
black....................b e r. r i e s°
p o l a .r o i ................d s°
f e a .............t h e r s°
s.........t r i p e .s°
c h o .c o late°
gir.aff..es°
green°
art°
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WHY do i take pics? what's the use of it?

well... life is useless anyway, didn't you know?

useful, useless... where's the difference? when do you cross the line? nothing matters... stop making decisions, toss a coin. live, die, smile. whatever.

photography... that's a therapy.

life's such a waste of time without art.





'In that direction, ' the Cat said, waving its right paw round,
'lives a Hatter : and in that direction, ' waving the other paw,
'lives a March Hare. Visit either you like : they're both mad. '

'But I don't want to go among mad people, ' Alice remarked.

'Oh, you can't help that, ' said the Cat : 'we're all mad here.
I'm mad. You're mad. '

'How do you know I'm mad ?’ said Alice.

'You must be, ' said the Cat, 'or you wouldn't have come
here. '






o logorrhoea: pathologically excessive and incoherent talking


o to procrastinate: to put off doing something, especially out of habitual carelessness or laziness.






*napalm, son. nothing in the world smells like that.

i love the smell of napalm in the morning*


she's like SWITZERLAND: beautiful, but dumb


*martha, will you show her where we keep the, uh, euphemism?*


*they have pills for that now*







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