beepshows:

This was a photo shoot from http://phootcamp.com 2011 in Marfa, Texas, organized by Ryan Schude http://ryanschude.com/ - The music is a mashup I made of a 1938 Acapella recording of “Out on The Western Plain” from http://archive.org/details/EatMyCountryAcapella combined with the Sissy Noby DJ Sega Remix http://www.thefader.com/2009/12/18/premiere-sissy-nobby-lay-me-down-dj-sega-rmx-mp3/ which is a Sissy Bounce track. Pretty weird, I know.  Photos featured, in order, by:  

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Something I can never haveYour hatred, your disgust, your shameWhat I touch cannot be cleansed

Something I can never have
Your hatred, your disgust, your shame
What I touch cannot be cleansed

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Once more, just to feel like old times
Feel the sharpness glide across the iciness within
Moments of hope crash into fragmented realities

Once more, just to feel like old times

Feel the sharpness glide across the iciness within

Moments of hope crash into fragmented realities

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I need to feel it againStop denying me what I needJust tell me you’ll make this all go away

I need to feel it again
Stop denying me what I need
Just tell me you’ll make this all go away

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Your sour shame spread across my lips
Held you under, brushed your strands away
Your stillness was so graceful

Your sour shame spread across my lips

Held you under, brushed your strands away

Your stillness was so graceful

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I’ll never be sorry for starting your addiction

I’ll never be sorry for starting your addiction

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I see your mouth agapeBut your screams are silentFlee with me, tonightWe’ll sleep in fieldsand hold each other

I see your mouth agape
But your screams are silent
Flee with me, tonight
We’ll sleep in fields
and hold each other

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Facets of light glitter on your face, the distant glow fades into a cold stream of isolation

Facets of light glitter on your face, the distant glow fades into a cold stream of isolation

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Feel the turbulence in your throat
The cold spiral of water rushing down
Choking on your own gasps
Wishing for more to come
More pressure, more fear, more darkness
It will come soon enough

Feel the turbulence in your throat

The cold spiral of water rushing down

Choking on your own gasps

Wishing for more to come

More pressure, more fear, more darkness

It will come soon enough

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Wake me when the shadows ease
Moving forward, moving along
Give me a morsel, I’ll return a story
Purse your lips, I’ll clench my fist
We’ll dance until the blood runs dry

Wake me when the shadows ease

Moving forward, moving along

Give me a morsel, I’ll return a story

Purse your lips, I’ll clench my fist

We’ll dance until the blood runs dry

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