i like to think of the lens as an equal sign
in the desert
raphaelite
birdie
cat and whisper
cemetery
dark tree
monstar
nipples
i did it for you
rocks, tonic, juice, magic
fall into the gap
cold
grey guitar
a.m. blue
check
melon and orange
under the table and dreaming
as you stood there
cabriolet
angel: words.
pop
heart and ribs
feet
calm
placement of phallic imagery
auguste
innocence
roses
ghosts in the eyes