tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377918572011-05-31T07:42:43.009-05:00The Official Photo Log of Currently Imploding.Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14393128539546879168noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37791857.post-1164929991402382032006-11-30T17:36:00.000-06:002006-11-30T17:39:51.410-06:00<a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g152/Lnachts/she__ll_take_your_hand_by_brokenXre.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"></a><br /><br />We are all searching for our angels,<br />to reach out and hold our hands,<br />to carry us over the broken glass<br />and nurse the wounds in our souls.<br />We are all looking for that beauty<br />to illuminate the silver lining,<br />to expose the wick beneath the bark.<br />But our angels are made of stone,<br />their hands are cold and their wings are heavy.<br />They aren’t here to save us,<br />but to taunt us, to remind us<br />That we will never have what they had<br />and to keep us looking for what<br />we will never find.<br /><br />Visual by Martha<br />Words by Lisa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37791857-116492999140238203?l=curimphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14393128539546879168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37791857.post-1164564869109829912006-11-26T12:11:00.000-06:002006-11-26T12:15:31.490-06:00<a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g152/Lnachts/3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"></a><br /><br /><br />The Shore is the Shore,<br />But I see it no more<br />The tide has taken me<br />Further than before....<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g152/Lnachts/1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"></a><br /><br /><br />Visuals by Martha<br />Words by Lisa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37791857-116456486910982991?l=curimphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14393128539546879168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37791857.post-1164561479282105722006-11-26T11:14:00.000-06:002006-11-26T12:07:16.666-06:00<a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g152/Lnachts/fotofoto_075.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"></a><br /><br /><br />"Tight knots held the hair off her neck. It wanted so <br />badly to fall down her back, but the bands were<br />stronger than her will. Her evening self lashes out in<br />the dark corner of her room, while her morning self<br />sits quietly at the breakfast table, only speaking<br />after being spoken to."<br /><br /><br /><br />Visual by Martha<br />Words by Lisa<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37791857-116456147928210572?l=curimphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14393128539546879168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37791857.post-1164517791237289932006-11-25T23:09:00.000-06:002006-11-25T23:09:51.243-06:00We aren't hookers, we just develop film properly!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37791857-116451779123728993?l=curimphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14393128539546879168noreply@blogger.com0