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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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BEE LACK FROM A CANDLESTICK
Candlestick thaw into an empty gut.
Makes a bee lack want the essential needs
with fragrant steps onto a colored mind.
Bee lack men stuck beneath a pregnancy,
stranded really deep from the rich white side.
There women wilt, men slip
from bee lack attention.
Uncounted children
displays a fallen state.
If color runs ground, bee lacks will own ground.
We are not bee lack bait supplied of back.
Their hate is one-sided, like racial mark,
still shine bright on a white pepper stomach.
Master summer with old thigh company.
There women wilt, men slip
from bee lack attention.
Uncounted children
in a fallen state.
Bee lack women issue a pale rise strike.
Handout pygmies with a nose of porn.
The right to birth, to white powder stink.
You can destroy your land to the oak.
Together we can slap all to cream.
Men slip their hold on
the wilted bee lack women.
My undeniable attraction
explanation of none.
Smooth, oily night, not boring, never dry.
Button-lace, curly space, belly brown rub.
The only white seen are strings of cotton.
Small, they need no support, turn, lift the hem.
Neat space, bee lack woman grace, white look hair.
Juice on the leg, relaxed hair on the head.
Men slip their hold on
the wilted bee lack women.
My undeniable attraction
explanation of none.
STAY, SEE, DASH |
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