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me playing with shadows. and feeling up drywall, because it is the greatest thing to touch. i wish i was al ittle kid again. 

i can't believe i'm putting another fucking picture of myself on here.  

alone

happy new year!
i'm going over to my friend anna's house in about an hour or so. i don't feel like associating with people though. i'd rather sit around dreaming up possibilities.

took this downtown while waiting to go home 

highschoolers playing football 

highschoolers playing football 

me. playing with a flashlight. 

my father drinking coffee out in the open, but i took this from the bushes 

miranda  

the robot was found dead

dreams

lately i've been having these strange dreams that include people i've known for awhile, and people i've just seen on the street or on the bus or something. like, last night i dreamt that i went down to market street. i went to the locks, and sat up in a tree. i was watching my french teacher give an excercise class to all these people. there was the boy i saw on the bus yesterday, and his friend. there was andrew hawkins, and his brother john. there were numerous other people i didn't know, but i'd seen before. there was kelly matson. and then the boy from the bus came up to me and said something along the lines of "i know you won't call me" or something. and he handed me a mouse (like, a computer mouse) with his phone number taped on it. and i felt really touched, but then i threw the mouse (for some reason i do not know) out of the tree. and i started running down the street, and i was thinking "i have to get on the 18 bus before he does" and so i got on a bus, that i thought was the 18. but it was really the 17 bus! and i was hit by a panic attack. so i rode that bus for awhile, hoping it would somehow get me somewhere i could walk home from. but it didn't. so i got off that bus, and went to the 18 bus stop. and the boy who gave me his phone number was sitting there.

earlier, in another dream i had that night that also took place on market street:

i was in sonic boom, and it was all rearanged and different. but it was stil the same. somehow. anyway, i was buying my 45's, and i was talkign to the clerk (the same one that i rang up my merchandise yesterday) and his friend/clerk. and suddenly he said "that's a good point. why am i working here? i need to get another job. i quit." and then i paid and we both walked out of the store together. i stopped to look down an alley. i'd never noticed this alley before. it was apinted all cool, but you could only see about thirty feet into it and then it was pitch black. but iran away from that, because i am a wimp and although i was curious, i was scared. so iran up to my sonic-boom clerk friend. and he seemed annoyed. but that didn't matter because i was distracted. there was another place i had never seen before--it was an art studio. i ventured in. a boy named matt, who is short, blonde, kinda chubby but very nice was sitting there, painting on a canvas. he admitted to me that he was a transsexual. i then thought "i knew it all along". and i sat down. there was a huge block of nice clay in front of me. i got my hand and the clay all wet, and i strted to massage theclay. i thought aobut what i would make the clay into for awhile, but then i decided i would just continue massaging it, because i just liked the feel of the cold, wet clay on my hands. and then, i was in my kitchen. mat was sittign at my kitchen table, still painting. we started talking. but i don't know what about.

i don't know what to interpret these dreams into, or wether i should try and interpret them at all. is my subconcious mind trying to tell me something? am i running away from something, but it just keeps showing up? i think i need to go through a serious life analyzation.

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hello. i am a very amateur photographer. i am 14 years old and live in seattle, just to give you some info. on here you get to see some of the pictures i take of of people when they are not looking. you never know. you could see a picture of you.