creating a bunch of little fictional stories from photos of people I find on the web.
[image via flickr] It ends here. It ends now. You and me. I've tracked you for years. I lost a leg in the swamps of Florida. Been whipped by cold winds of the Pacific North West, crisped...
via flickr.com Hang on. No, I know we're late but I've just got to answer this. George isn't coming, he's just sent a text through to say that he isn't coming. No, he doesn't say why. He just says that he isn't coming. No, no, this really isn't a problem, he does it all the time. He hates these kinds of meetings and nearly always cancels about five minutes before. Look, just calm down. Go and get a coffee or something, we've got time. We always turn up late. There's no need to panic. I'll just do George...
via flickr.com No. That's it. I've had enough. We gave you everything. Everything you needed and everything we had. You were our boy and we gave you everything we had. Even when you left us we...
via xssat.wordpress.com There are five ways to kill a man. Bet you didn't know that did you? Well there are. I've been thinking about this for, oh, a couple of days and I've come up with five different...
via flickr.com So, George said " get the fuck out of my face". What the hell was the matter with this man? "Get the fuck out of my face", that's pretty much all he said to me before leaving the room, to catch a taxi, to catch a plane, to catch some meeting somewhere under, leaving me to pick up the pieces of all the shit he's left undone. For all I know though, he's probably just wondering around the block having another one of his "creative crisis moments". Jesus. He catches cabs, and planes and meetings and...
via farm3.static.flickr.com There's always the bit when the doors slide open, automatic and silent, the doors slide apart and let a wedge of air in. It's always the bit that scares me the most. Yes...
via flickr.com I may need eggs but I'm not sure. I will certainly need milk, cheese, coffee and a pack of Lucky Strikes but what about the eggs? I could do an omelette. I was thinking of serving up...
via thesartorialist.blogspot.com There was never a good time to leave the office. Not for George. No, there was never really a good time to stand up and leave his people to their own devices; he...
Hello I'm Marcus. That's it really.
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