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It just takes one little statement, rolling off your lips. That's all I need. Is one simple word. Just that one word and it will make my day. Just say "Hello"..."hey"..."hi"..."howdy"..."bonjour"..."hola". Anything. Anything to make me feel present...alive.
When I see your hands, resting impotently on the tops of tables, I can only wish to be as lucky as those tables. It seems a waste, nearly unnatural, that your hands are placed so. The only image that my mind can muster is that of those same hands, rough and tattooed, holding me, as they naturally should be.
my alarm didn't go off this morning. i was awoken nearly half an hour late. i managed to get ready in ten minutes. a new record for me. it wasnt until half way through my class that i realized i was missing a vital component of my equipment, necessary for my next class. A sole item that decided my grade. Damn alarm
The photographer develops his captured photographs in his darkroom, converted from a tiny closet. His photos, erotic nudes, show his inner demons. The mayor's daughter, the wife of the town drunk. All of these women are outlets for him. His ability to manipulate is apparent. Manipulating the women to pose as they do, manipulating the composition to evoke his inner thoughts. The photographer is the world's best manipulator.