A shoot on Sunday, downtown.
And a shoot in LaGrange IN very soon! AH!!!!
More pictures to come from the Todd Taulman shoot, as well.


Mass MurderI slit your wristsMass Murder
Just when you think
That it is safe enough
To close your eyes
Trust me, fully
And I'll let you bleed out
Just because
I'm addicted to
Watching you fall
I place you on the highest
Of pedestals
But by pure accident
My compulsion lights a fire
At the base
And I watch the flames
Engulfing the platform
Until its ashes cannot hold you
Bleeding and burned
You'll ask me why
And I won't have an answer
And as I finish you off,
I'll sigh and whisper -
I'm sorry, but &nb


SwingSuspended The free fall For three seconds Feels like Eternity Pain, fear, anger Gone with one step Off this dark edge Up she goes Up, up she goes And out, further Into the black The air against her face Cools her And the sudden Drop Takes her breathSwing
Hair whips across her face She lets her arms
Drag above her head That step, she thought
Should've been taken Long ago Down she goes Down, down she goes Letting go of
All that loathing The internal wars As the rope loses sl


CathedraYou've stuck me in this Compost Pile Of Illusions and broken hearts Placed your crown upon my head Gave me a title you think I deserved. You haven't stepped down as Master Yet, have dropped me in your throne But your fabricated memories Devour me where I sit. I press against the glass From the inside of this mirror And you are staring back I move, you move. My hands on my cheeks, and on yours I tear away the flesh to show you Years of dead emotions Drip onto the ground of your Kingdom Slowly revealing those eyes, That familiar face comes cleaCathedra


Someone Get the Crash CartYou've depended on my life supportSomeone Get the Crash Cart
For too long.
Immune to the pain killers,
I've watched you suffer.
Your back riddled with scars.
I pull their knife out
Lodged against your spine -
One last time.
I've given you my strength
But you've drained me.
Too empty to keep this IV in.
This thick liquid is red,
But that's not my blood.
Your false sense of security
Fakes a heart beat.
You're imagining the pulse
In my wrist.
This weight is too heavy;
I can't breath for you any longer,
But now you have the force to stand. &
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Life is...strange
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Life is...strange
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"Sometimes the best solution to a problem is grabbing it by the throat and giving a hard twist."
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Life is...strange
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"Sometimes the best solution to a problem is grabbing it by the throat and giving a hard twist."
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