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daydreams.He went up 5 floors on the elevator packed full of people. He was always so scared of elevators. He whipped out a cigarette, ignoring the stares and glares of the people around him. His head was too full of half-cooked notions and schemes to pay attention, much less care. The cold, metal double doors glided open and people rushed out. He was going to the very top, though. He could finally have a few more floors of peace. Just him and his cigarette.daydreams.
The doors opened again to the wonderful breeze, and the scent of stale city air. It was just what he needed. He took a few steps and looked down to the streets, full of cars and peopl
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- Current Residence: TEXAS
- Interests: The trees and the sky.
- Favourite movie: Fight Club
- Favourite band or musician: Bright Eyes?!?!
- Favourite genre of music: Indie?!?!
- Favourite artist: Mark Ryden
- Favourite photographer: Daniel Coyne. ;)
- Favourite style of art: Surrealism, Realism
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod!
- Email: sarahbrown93@gmail.com
- MSN: sarahjuana@live.com
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