

When Nothing ChangesLast night I fell in love with the girl wearing amber drop earrings and a wrinkled men’s undershirt. I always wonder what people mean when they say “she had sad eyes” but I don’t wonder anymore, not after I saw her.When Nothing Changes
Her jeans fit her well but her t-shirt didn’t. It pooled at her belt and slumped around her shoulders. She wore it they way people wear borrowed clothing, but something made me think she’d had this shirt for a long time—it had just never lost the shade of its former owner. There was a song playing quietly above the talk of the diner, I remember not liking it, I don’t
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Eric Daoust Photographer
Gallery: [link]
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Jim Duvall
National Coalition for Sexual Freedom fighting for your rights to be who you are.
Mind if I watch for a bit?
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Madness Love Perversion Dreams
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