Photography is my passion.

She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back. She can take the dark out of the nighttime And paint the daytime black. You will start out standing Proud to steal her anything she sees. But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole Down upon your knees. She never stumbles, She's got no place to fall. She's nobody's child, The Law can't touch her at all. She wears an Egyptian ring That sparkles before she speaks. She's a hypnotist collector, You are a walking antique. Bow down to her on Sunday, Salute her when her birthday comes. For Halloween give her a trumpet And for Christmas, buy her a drum.

"May the wind always be at your back, and the sun always upon your face, and may the wings of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars."-Blow

Desperation, The Parallel Universe Of Liars, Tales of Mystery and Madness