Tess Roby, I like when ur around

Slung a backpack over a shoulder. Trudged into the field, whilst white rain cross wires as spluttering and squinting commence. Humans and animals hide away through tree branches and hands, as a kind of destruction creates mild panic.

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Beautiful and sensual arrangements occur through natural panic as the light allows us to feel as if life is normal. The multiple spirals of mental exhaustion, thinking and thinking until our minds tire uncontrollably. The dawn feels nice, calm and pleasant, and the night takes that feeling away in an instant. The need to be around people, disjointed references, eternal & youthful longing. Our minds so sure of what our lives are, for they are all we see. They are our lives, and these are our friends.

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A behind perches on on the door step, inhaling smoke matching heat with the cold of the night air. Hands float the door open, to close once more as a beer is ready to take voyage in the white shirted man.
      Bewildered bicycles lie horizontal, and our miniature scars revaluate life, leaving their miniature marks. Our life is so real at this moment in time, it is all we ever know, and no-one external can connect. But of course they can, they can sense every feeling you feel, through the imagery. We can be seduced by lifestyle, seduced by life. We'll come around as we begin to feel comfortable amongst strangers. Strangers to us, but family for you. The roles reversing, constantly shifting, never staying still. Out heads roundabout until it comes full circle once more.

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And to permanently live in the photographs, as undeniable records, marking history, yet allowing life to move on and new memories to form. Different hats to be worn, different hand stances to take place, our ever passing time is constantly travelling forward. They will act as memories later.

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As we sit in constant excitement for what comes next, and how we will feel once it takes hold of us. For you like it when they are around, and we like when ur around.