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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

Stuart Chatwood slips into fourth

Originally uploaded by
Abstract Magdalene.

I picked up some photography work this weekend. I'm not really one to wax on about what other people get off on, I figure that's their business as long as it's not hurting anyone, so shooting fetish work wasn't much of a big deal. But a friend of mine introduced me to a bunch of fetishes I never knew existed. I was by turns repulsed and interested to photograph it. It was only when I finally saw the art of the fetish, that I was able to shoot without judgement. This photograph is tame compared to the rest.

Oh my god, I'm a pornographer now.

Just kidding. Busy the past few days with things that have erupted (in a good way) in my little life. Buckley gets almost a daily walk in the park before it gets dark. I meet up with 'whoever' for coffee and idle chit-chat that is loaded with the fun sort of landmines. Only my sleep is my biggest complaint. When I finally did manage to grab a couple of hours this morning, my favourite dreams of you still wash ashore I had a dream that stayed with me all day. I'm sure it's just something that will come to me, now and then, to remind me of how I can fall so hard that it jars my teeth. Knees scraped by cold pavement.

In other news, looks like my longtime crush on Tea Party man, Stuart Chatwood has been usurped in a tie by Nick Drake and Pete Yorn in this year's "Who Does Gish Adore" awards. Chats now holds 4th place. Mr. Chatwood could not be reached for comment.

There's a neat little thing that D. introduced me to a couple of weeks ago. You can actually leave voice messages for someone with this handy little thing.

so go on...leave me a message. Click here...? http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=10937163

Maybe it's past my bedtime, now.

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