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moths and moons

me

him

~ i love this man. even if he is a goofy bastard. because he's my goofy bastard.

i was thinking of a few months back john when i walked into your classroom with the turtle in arms. you were putting on your 'teacher' face - slick, cool, authoritative, god-like with all your moths knocking their plump young bodies against your hot glow. and when our selves entered that place we mostly don't belong in - paragon teacher man melted into mushy oatmeal goo...

i think you actually cooed.

one of your young prodigies mused that he'd never see you in the same light again.

if only they knew who you really are.

i'm quite glad it's mostly mine alone to enjoy.

photos by the lovely and talented alina smith aka my personal life-documentor (yeah it's pretty cool)

12:04 p.m. - 2007-09-07
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