Vintage Reject: December 2015

29.12.15

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Being in my last year of school is an incredibly strange. Everything is hazy...

photos taken at Rejjie Snow concert, Scala

~~I learnt to play this on the electric guitar, it's the first time picking up a guitar since I was 12~~

ps. finally got onto the Twin Peaks band wagon

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He had been to the moon and escaped, he had become free. His spirit had become stardust and joined the universe in a chorus of cherubs. He had seen distant marble planets. He had beaten the ‘dirty commi’s’ and he was a hero. He had seen a shooting rock covered in other escaped souls. He looked at Earth; it was the colour of the sea, the day he lay on the sand. It was the colour of the costumes of the dancing women in the café he had been scouted in. He rolled on the sandy surface of the Moon. He closed his eyes, cerulean blue filled the space where his entrapped being had once cried.