Fake Tales of San Francisco

A public transit in Union Square that I feel epitomizes San Francisco.

All my adventures in San Francisco were to the wonderful soundtrack of various Arctic Monkeys songs.



You forced these words in my mouth.
I'm here to spit them back out.

Area 1: The Mission District
This is where the lesbians hang, guys.

sides of an alleyway
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D.
left: coin shop; right: adult taxidermy store
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subway ad
F.

#f.
this is actually from the alleyway next to Amoeba in Haight-Ashburry


Area 2: No Idea
Somewhere near Union Square
lovely lost carousel
G.
g.
Gg.
Area 3: Neighborhoods
There was a lot of walking done.
miscellaneous houses about town
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J.
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L.
M.
Area 4: The Castro District
Where all the gays hang out. I saw Harvey Milk Plaza! <3
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Nn.
O.
This pic also makes me so ridiculously happy. I love rainbows!

Shots

A problem I realized is that I want to do everything. I want to be the one making the clothes, I want to be the one to be wearing them, I want the one to be taking the pictures.
Its so frustrating.
Well, this is me being the photographer+model. I'm just experimenting with the photoshop program I have and the top came out amazing! I'm so pleased :)
Just to add more to this post I'll gift you with some of my prose.
***
I drank the poison to get infected.
I took the needle to get your attention.
The prick in my veins has me slipping faster,
I can’t keep control of this, my disaster.
Why won’t you listen?
My eyes won’t refocus
my lips won’t work
the words that call out
are Just-Just-Just-
I’ve become dependant
on the liquid shooting through my veins
on the trip it takes me in a haze.
My teeth are gone
My tongue is swollen
What have I done?
No turning back
no home to crawl to
just the blood on the sidewalk
I gave my life to.