a new medium.
now maybe the world will see what i see. through my eyes. portable and expensive but worth every penny. i have the courage to point it in a complete strangers face. i have the shutzpa to aim it and "pull the trigger". i can't wait to get started. to dive head long and let it lead me. i'm excited. i have the eye. i've put in the thought when all i really needed to do was click.
my patience is minimal. i want to take an individual. to capture and transform. to create and copy. to remember and dream all at the same time. i'll begin tomarrow. with a flight out of bosnia and i will end long after i die. oh glorious day of days and time of times. i wish to hasten your rise and slow your fall. to make you mine in a frame forever.

   december
           29,
            1999

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i've been lost
in a page of salt
water blues and central
park greens. with sounds of
crackling warmth and an amber
hue thats only use is to read by.
i've floated listlessly through a sunburnt
tide and a horizon of fire. i've begun to
forsee and realize: life is but to experiance,
and society is nothing more then a conglomerate
of individuals and ideals. a comparison and
coordination of what you and i are. intertwined out
of ease, and brought together for strength. we are all
but complete and awaiting the final addition and step towards a destination that has been aimed for during the entire course of our play. so i let it guide me.
i let opportunity present itself and then i grapple
it when it comes near. i take charge and i make
my boat with which to seal the ends of the
earth with in the palm of your heart.