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INTERESTING
PHOTO ROOM |
| Odd Photos |
| Oklahoma City Lights |
| Phoetry - Sort of like Simflipity. |
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| THE BLUE ROOM |
| Shake Me When The Album Is Over And He Is Done is an extraordinary look into the realm of offspring and genes. Say no to vinyl as punishment devices, or at least vinyl records. |
| Just
South Of The Old Wooden House -
The party usually happens at night, behind the wooden house.
Almost like an acid trip. |
| As
If A Drowning Man -
The food goes down and then it goes up. You figure it out. |
| Three
Pleads To Nowhere -
I tried not to spill the darkness, but it happened. |
| Kellash -
I remember doing nothing but expecting doing. |
| Bee
Lack -
Candlestick thaws into an empty gut. |
| Eat
Dust - The dust among us. Slowly, but surely, I am dust. |
| Dissolution Years - This old couple drifted apart over the years. I came along and showed them absolutely nothing, so they continued to drift apart, until they killed each other one day. |
| Backdrown -
My shots exploded that day. I was on the beach somewhere with
someone who was having seizures. My friend and I both exploded. |
| Grimy Stations - I woke up from a deep sleep inside this place and I was a different person. |
| Not
A Drop Wasted - He may have stayed up all night, but
not a drop was wasted. |
| Cream Of Ice - Carbon Monoxide and tongue laps, there is nothing better. |
| Wetness - My experience three thousand years ago. It was hell. |
| Peanut
Butter Sandwiches - I am the crust in the garbage. |
| STOP! -
Laziness beyond belief? Are you kidding me? |
| Balcony
Is Sweep -
Being on the edge has syphoned me down. Will the dust ever
clear? |
| Broadway
Extension (Red) -
She was red and full of water. I think I have a tattoo of her
name on my body. I cannot remember the details. |
| Ms.
Ressurreccion Amporo Savignac -
Honest, I was glorified and satisfied while the unexpected
multiplied. |
| Dr. Railroad Wood - Blood, scalpels, and talcum. |
| THE
BLACK ROOM |
| Gravel
Mold Tale Untold - When religion was magic. |
| The
Love For An Azalea Stem - The temple of the Church will
stab the moon in its side. |
| THE
RED ROOM |
| California -
I lost a lot of blood, spinal fluid, bone mass, and forgot
my heart on this little excursion. But there was a Russian
in California |
| Until
Further Notice - Her castle was brand new, lots of stone
and wooden floors. and two books of photos of her when she
was a child. |
| Navel
Gazer in Gaze - It was hard to take air into my lungs
and I almost died. So, she cut my finger off. |
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| Three
Guardian Angels -
The photo above was taken and is the only one of the Three
Guardian Angels. She is amazing. |
| PAM'S ROOM |
| Spinal Pam - Pam drove me around town one night. She was not that awesome, but sure was pretty, for a driver. |
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Ms. Ressurreccion Amporo Savignac
She knows who she is, like a simple family dinner and turning
it into small bunches of unwanted chaos. Old scores resurface
from the bottom of scoring. So I slowly enhanced my steps
down the dark hallway. Down there, you whispered, there
is an opening. Your mind was nauseated from decision. Lowering
my hands in front of my face, clinched fists, like staggering
thieves. Our last breath on to each other, I did not say that ,
that is what I said. The fairy of heat crawling up my pants leg,
evaporating from the ground. The expressions causes me to
cope with distress by creating more of it. This moment she
cannot control my thoughts and feelings. I capsize my self
through interpretation of events. Late night plans to throw
my life away. Smudge on the walls great, it can stay then.
Spray painted wine glasses awaiting to be glued
together again. Piles of sewing thread ready to lacerate my eyes.
Her pattern must be changed and overcome the immense inertia
of repetition compulsion. May I please have separate transport.
Heart in teeth upon waking you bit the wicked side.
Honest, I was glorified and satisfied
while the unexpected multiplied.
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