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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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AS
IF A DROWNING MAN
Delirium, wet soaks anchored chins
Slap slow usage, inurement mesh
Seized, corners of mouth frothed
Stifled lords of butter and yellow fumes
Chunks float and cling. Still, I eat it.
Tooth ailment, ointment flush
I could dial for proper
but the cup flushes it's ointment, every time
Sliced amalgamation brings light
in moss doses. Slop mush is saying berserk
coherence and peach strudels
on fine china. Spring icebox never gelatinous
Three in morning can be found
face down with shovel in hand. Dug holes
throughout backyard, filled in black water
and pine needles. Gravy and potatoes, gumbo
filth like nobody seen.
Tooth ailment, ointment flush
I could dial for proper
but the cup flushes it's ointment, every time
Stranded at the bottom
of the yellow garbage can, half eaten fried steak burger
Tomato, pickles, neatly slice. I reach down to the bottom
with mustard streaming down the sides and
grab the burger. Remove it from the sack and wonder
crusty buns and hard edges. Still, I eat it.
Tooth ailment, ointment flush
I could dial for proper
but the cup flushes it's ointment, every time
When I bought a bag of chocolate chip cookies, ate
two rows, then threw the bag over the fence, behind
our mobile home. The next morning I crawled through the
missing board hole, reach down into the tall wet grass and grab
the bag of cookies. Sneak back to my room.
I settle onto the bed. Still, I eat it.
Tooth ailment, ointment flush
I could dial for proper
but the cup flushes it's ointment, every time
As if a drowning man, was to respond |