Friday, April 12, 2013

Plastic Trim

White lines in the metal
cutting crescents in the fragile slab
sounds of dishonesty and schoolboys
Blabblabblab? Drab?
hahaaa nothing rhymes with slab 
So much for that one. 
P.S. These are embers freaking out and dancing after I whack them (long shutter speed)

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