May 2013
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I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
There’s something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me...
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Teacher says that I’ve been naughty
I must learn to concentrate
But the girls they pull my hair
And with the boys I can’t relate
Daddy says I’m good for nothing
Mama says that it’s from him
Manic sister thinks I’m cracking
Brother says it’s in my genes
April 2013
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Faces of Addiction →
You can follow this series on Facebook: Chris Arnade Photography Twitter: @Chris_arnade The stories of addicts in the Hunts Point neighborhood, the poorest in all of New York City. I post people’s stories as they tell them to me. What I am hoping to do, by allowing my subjects to share their dreams and burdens with the viewer and by photographing them with respect, is to show that everyone,...
Home is where my head is.
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Kőkemény karjaival ölel, mint mindig, most is majd
Buda és Pest.
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Segítsetek! Ti kisfiuk, a szemetek pattanjon meg ott, ő ahol jár.
Ártatlanok, csizmák alatt sikongjatok és mondjátok neki: Nagyon fáj.
Ti hű ebek, kerék alá kerüljetek s ugassátok neki: Nagyon fáj.
Nők, terheket viselők, elvetéljetek és sirjátok neki: Nagyon fáj.
Ép emberek, bukjatok, összetörjetek s motyogjátok neki: Nagyon fáj.
Ti férfiak, egymást megtépve nő miatt, ne hallgassátok el:...
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