The Priest
I took this picture last night around 4am. I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to take a walk around campus with my camera. When I passed the church with its solitary lit window, I imagined a lonely priest inside, hunched over his carrel, trying to rub god’s meaning for his life into the sermon he would read in just a few hours.
That’s how I feel right now. Alone, trying to find grand meaning in a string of bouts with love. #
June 28th, 2003 at 2:51 am
Man…
that’s beautiful.
July 2nd, 2003 at 12:37 pm
Hey man. I searched ur name on Google to see if I could Find ur Phone number. Instead I found This site. COOL STUFF MAN. I was wondering if you could start netcast 30 minutes early cuz I have to be somewhere by 8PM. Just curious. If NOT, or If you get this message too late, NO WORRIES. PEACE OUTterz.
August 3rd, 2004 at 10:51 am
Could it be Rev. Merril? Perhaps he’s lamenting over that satan-spawn he had with a certain english teacher from our high school. . .
August 3rd, 2004 at 10:52 am
Oh, and put those fucking twizzlers away, Chris!