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Published: December 27th 2009
This image isnt a real beach. I shot it at a museum but thought it went with my entry as this is what the beach looked like when I woke up. It felt plastic and malleable.
I made it through the night. the storm wasn't as bad as I had thought however I felt it cozzy in the
cave so I just spent the rest of the night in total darkness with only my cell phone making dirty shadow
puppets on the walls, Plato's Cave XXX. When I woke up this morning I discovered such a beautiful day.
There is a slight breeze and a cool sting, the kind that makes you feel alive and dead at the same time.
I walked along the beach and ran into a produce market. I bought myself a mouth water grape fruit. grape fruit is such a weird name because a grape is already a fruit but when you call something a grape fruit it is a completely different fruit. That regression asside, I cut open the fruit with my pocket knife and began eating out
the mouth imploding taste that rattled my insides. Now im off to work..
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