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[04 Sep 2002|04:31pm] |
I wish I had something other than myself to photograph. I digitally manipulated it... heavily.
( Cut, since it's huge. )
I found a letter from my father, saying what a failure he is and how guilty he feels... I can't help but feel horrible, even with how little he understands me or what someone with bi polar disorder really goes through. He wasn't around for the eleven months I was living with him, quite understandably, as he was building a house. Ah well, such is life.
(totally unrelated: I wonder how long it'll be before we see Britney Spears announce her veganism in a faux-vintage sweater and horn rim glasses.)
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[30 Aug 2002|05:28pm] |
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Elliott Smith |
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[[My prepared body hair speech was forgotten as I realized I didn't have to remove my protective layers of clothing. Hands ran across rough cotton slacks to dry the unusual sweat that seemed to have been forming on them as I lowered myself to the prepared area, chest heaving. Arms were secured and I fought the paranoid urge that something horrible was about to occur and forced myself not to jump up and bolt for the door. I held my breath in an effort to calm down (failed, inevitably). The machine was round, simplistic in design, the whirr filling my ears, and I wondered if that's what it would sound like to have a bee stuck in your ear. Trying not to shake my head at my stupidity (don't move!), I just smirked.
With quite limited warning, they stuck a needle in my arm and proceeded to inject some strange blue substance in through the tiny hole. X-ray dye? In my body? With a sigh, I was pushed back into the tunnel-esque machine and more photos taken of the things I can't see. Molten lava crept through my bloodstream and I looked to the man standing behind the window with a pleading look. It was normal. Removed moments later from the machine, they ordered I stay another twenty-five minutes, so as to be sure I wasn't allergic to the dye. Wonderful time to check, sir.]]
I never was one for semi-not-really-creative writing. CT scans are most interesting, however.
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[28 Aug 2002|01:34pm] |
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Are things ever honestly okay, or do we simply forget how to pretend at times?
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[27 Aug 2002|03:01pm] |
( Seven more [random] )
Digital.
No editing aside from resize.
Kodak DC4800
Yakima, Washington
Criticism welcome.
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