Here are my spoken snapshots, subjects that hold stories weaved from probably thinking too much about what to do, where to go, who to be with.
The excitement of a child when on travels simply reflects mine. And I need not go far today.
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To do your thing without overthinking. I have given much thought on this lately. Like for any other artist, musician, non-conformist --- there's really nothing to prove; just do what feels good from within and you can make the world believe.
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I shot it beautifully and maybe I shot it dead by picking it out of the water. Too late when I found out that a starfish can only survive 10 seconds to a few hours out of the water. One of those things I'm sorry for and I blame such ignorance about the fact that a starfish should be left alone underwater. This made me realize how insensitive, even heartless, we can be to other living forms even with the right information. We are too obsessed with taking interesting photographs to share, not knowing that we are actually causing harm to these precious living forms as helpless subjects. A huge wake up call for me, a note to nature trippers everywhere: DO NOT TAKE A STARFISH OUT OF THE WATER OR IT MAY DIE IN A MATTER OF SECONDS. Now that we know better, striking a pose while holding a dead starfish is not very appealing as it appears to be.
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It lights me up when alone in my funny dark world. Happy with the right amount of glow to make me see fairies in my sleep. I would dream about this lamp giving me such wisdom, time and fantasy--- and there's a genie. It's like WTF? It's just a lamp but it inspires art in me--- something that gives meaning and color to this life. Sometimes in our waking hours, we are lured to something seemingly real eventhough we know that it is just an idea, a flicker of the imagination that will soon fade. And we just can't allow it to die too soon or maybe for the rest of our days because it makes us see the true light in this world imperfected by tragedies called norms.
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"Another day, another dollar, another war,
Another tower went up, where the homeless had their homes
So we pray to as many different Gods as there are flowers
But we call religion our friend
We're so worried about saving our souls
Afraid that God will take His toll
That we forget to begin..."
All in my own words-- my thoughts, my views, my
say on what for me matters!
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