Hide and seek. Behind the ghostly porthole lies the warm belly of progress. A place to curl up and let all worries evaporate as you are gently tossed by whispers of machinery: woo-shee-woo
He never let me down. Never left me waiting at the chapel. Never accidentally stepped on my foot. Never stood between me and the sun. Ryan is a pre-determined orange name birthed on rocks. All knowing and all unknown. Thus, he rules.
Labels: graphic journal, pictures, visuals
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