bugles and prisms. letters and colors. black keys, white keys. strings and things. light and dark. glows and sparks. i am the "boy falls from the sky" and the "blackbird singing in the dead of night".
this blog is mostly about my random thoughts, random shots and random notes.. everything i post is mine oh mine..
Spill the beans, not the milk! :)/bugoyprince/Self-Portraits/people and places/Foodography/still life/soundcloud/twitter/Lucky pick!/Archive/RSS
Because rich people don’t want anything that sounds simple? It lessens the appeal.
At the grocery store. Turns out petit fours are teeny, tiny cakes and stuff. Why can’t you just call ‘em tiny cake?...