A peak at the ‘living in sin’ test shoot I did. Check out Daisys work here www.daisy-hofstetter.tumblr.com

I wish that I was made of stone
So that I would not have to see
A beauty impossible to define
A beauty impossible to believe

A beauty impossible to endure
The blood imparted in little sips
The smell of you still on my hands
As I bring the cup up to my lips

No God up in the sky
No devil beneath the sea
Could do the job that you did, baby
Of bringing me to my knees

“These violent delights have violent ends”

An ideal existence, discovering a book perfectly written

Minds go: this cycle must continue
Legs are chained to the pedals
Elastic has to give at some point
Expand, contract, decrease contact
When the smallest things trigger grave danger, grave digger
This presets a lie

Will insides decide to grow up and not give in?

So this is how it ends, this is how we watch it go down.

Meet Wit

I went to return some video tapes

I very much look forward to collaborating with Tess at some point in the future, though I’m sure you’ll be able to deal. Thankyou for your support and enjoying the chaos of my mind. I won’t be as dormant for too much longer.

My girl has a song up. Check it out xx

You never got to bloom, they cut you from the stem.

You’re innocent at birth, until you understand.

a beautiful little man named Oliver

She smelled like rain, a creature of futures past. Wolf like in appearance, her whitened locks resonated her apricot lips painted in deep crimson. She bared teeth as white as salt plains. A smile as beautifully chilling as the southern weather in which she called home. Ghostly in appearance, she haunted my every thought, my every action and influenced my daily pleasures. Smooth like silk with skin decorated pretty as sin, I longed for her presence to indulge me again.

-an excerpt from The girl between two neighbourhoods by Brian malice