Jason-Little

The pictures flash in and out. A random sequence of imaginary events. Being shuffled through like the songs on my ipod playlist. For every song that plays, a new sequence of pictures. Every line that paints a picture is painted a certain way. My way. My vision. My expression. The weapon of choice, a Camera. With each press of a finger tip, an idea is casted to digital memory. My Magical box of my minds ominous eye. They are always there. Not a second goes by that the feeling disappears from me. Me. Who am I? Whose seeing this? Whose choosing what to create and how to create it? In lamen terms, it’s myself. But who am I? The creation of

Turns out mister Rebalshani like stealing work and playing like it's his own. Like here http://fav.me/d5phx37 .....................Hope people like this get banned from this community.