Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Creep


When you were here before; I Couldn't look you in the eye.
You're just like an angel; your skin makes me cry.
You float like a feather; in a beautiful world.
And I wish I was special; you're so fucking special.
But I'm a creep.
I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
Cause I'm not special.
I don't care if it hurts; I want to have control.
I want a perfect body; I want a perfect soul.
I want you to notice me; even when I'm not around.
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special.
But I'm a creep.
I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
Cause I'm not special.
She's running out the door; She is running out.
She's run, run, run, running out
Whatever makes you happy; whatever you want.
You're so fucking special; I wish I was special
But I'm a creep.
I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.
Cause I'm not special.
~Radiohead

Just for Nicki - My Digital Resume: In Progress

Nicki, here is a post just for you...

This summarizes my work in both candid and posed shots of people.

Candid Shots:
















Posed Shots:









Self Portraits, which my wife does not approve of because she thinks they make me look like a serial killer, which was sort of the point of the shots.