Trent Dugas

INTERESTING
PHOTO ROOM

Phoetry - Sort of like Simflipity.

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.

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.

GRAVEL MOLD, TALE UNTOLD
Medieval Europe, when religion was magic.
Under a small lake, above the mountains.
The Lord of blue blood, in a castle of torture.
In life of nobleness, remote screams.
Upon the dawn, unites a gargoyle.
Within the dawns outline, the castles rock stone walls,
said no to the dawn, forever.
The morning hesitated, it's smile to the earth.
Loneliness spotted this, and took advantage of,
paradox pictures.
All of God's Saints, could not redeem the cenotaph.
He smells of casualty, flares were peeled.
Wings when opened, over his tuxedo,
from his long black cape,
in slippery silk, unknown material.
Shiny, splendid bouncing glass.
Dusty in moth, faded coffin.
High collar hides, verdancy
the paleness, ebony milk.
Only under candlelight, in dim reflection.
Polished black shoes, torrid hence.
Dark top hat cast a shadow,
Conceals his victims, in purple and pink.
Impaling their skin, soon after death,
and the blood gravitates, to the angels.
Maggots probe water, white worms skulk.
Fluid sight, from liquefied eyes.
Green shades of skin, saturated patches.
Brown veins, rotting away.
An arborescent pattern, gypsy enemies.
Depriving the skin, from unchaste widows
Statue of fallen angel, is crumbled,
and eating spring leaves.
Gerdenia flowers and hot oil, secret infinite love.
A feast and a stream shall keep him in grave.