Photography
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Inescapable like fate. Immovable like a mountain. Climbing a church spire and smoking until it hurts your lungs. So much vision and wonder. So many places never to be known. All those lowly insects. All that passion in the back seats of a million burnt out cars. Damned by the touch of all those you’ll Read more
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The sense of numbness that comes with the leaving behind of childhood. Morning makes way for afternoon blues. Head ravaged by snot and despaired dreams, the horrors of my soul can be found in the bathroom toilet. Cigarette smoke unleashing the hell of what I am, there’s no joy to be found in the opening Read more
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Hands upon the canvas. Hands on her breasts. Cigarettes in the gutter like seasons spent in hell. Six sheets to the wind. Coffee in the pot like mental illness shifting through petrified trees. Closed-mouthed nothings across the table in a war-torn cafe. Boredom in approach. Aching formalities when the removal of clothes is all Read more
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English wanker on a train Wordless vigilante no longer (most of the time) Read more
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All those greedy bellies. All those juicy bodies just begging to be eaten. Forbidden fruits hanging from tainted trees. Indulge me in something extreme. Shower my eyes with kisses that taunt like a jilted lover. Emotions stubbed out like cigarettes. There’s nothing worse than panda eyes in the pouring rain. There’s nothing more cruel than Read more
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An obsession with the past. So much so that the present slips through your fingers. It’s in the romance of the fall. The struggle of dancing with distant stars and breathing in the intoxicating scent of every atom that burns with delirious passion. The descent is what makes us crave life. The hand of Read more
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You can’t change the world, just the same as you can’t change time. These feelings come and go. From despair to wonder in the blink of a lazy eye. Sullen like an only child in the midst of the witching hour. As lonesome as a shadow on the wall. When the rain falls outside, Read more
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Havana. Wisconsin. Trespass my soul for a new way to find the secrets we long to see. Native American fears. Boundless skies stretching blue for as far as the eye can see. Oceans in a bellybutton. Trees hold memories. They sing to us as we walk so lonesome to pass the time of day. A Read more
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These rooms. They attract too many shadows. Balloons tied to my feet. Crayons drawn on my pale face to make me more colourful. Horses sinking on the horizon. Cigarettes staining what was once fresh linen. Stray dogs and energy drinks at every turn. Paychecks for virtual blowjobs. Writing not as something spiritual, but as something Read more
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Stars that reside in a courtyard containing the desert and all the snowstorms that ever were. Sleepless like the night, she’s shapeless like a jewel. Memories of green. Blush response while waiting for a meal in a busy restaurant. Rain hits the window and shines under the glare of a street light. Buildings that Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 