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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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GRIMY STATIONS
Frosty pause in grimy stations, liquid turbine, trellis ramble
Fumes of petroleum, gasoline puddles and burnt curbs
Windy metal decision, split pewter and carbonation stained walls
Muffler crunch from the bone splint, cotton strings and blood dangle
from the front grill. The car’s headlights did not spark
the victim
now he lays moistened and dried in the ditch.
Come in:
The morning is tangy, twangy noises, jelly air
Cracked counter, chirping gum sticks, spitting soda suds
Genuine catalin buckles, dime store deco jewels
Popular priced novelty, celluloid jazz styles
Fatty and harsh oatmeal oil, dust jackets and woodcut wash
Cigar labels with lobby cards, fenders with slam marks of trousers
Fine silks with no hint, jars of pickles and relish
Embossed leather, be it kitchen table or inkling straws
Chevrons to wave patterns, designs in powders
The trunk is empty of wine from the worship
Sit down:
Sip on a beverage, honey and salt floors, unwaxed tile
A sandwich, from the mouth of a chromium dolphin
Color sells fragrance floats, stationary cream soaps
Head spigot fine French, drip coffee on beveled mirrors
Table cloths and tea towels, pistachio ice cream
Maraschino cherry, cake vase and pie china
Choir sparkle and signs that scream flannel tongues
Time to go:
Juiced wheels of rubber pieces. Steam, pulsating water drops from
the pipe. Tender and zesty the chrome bumper is garnished
with bandages and blood. I must continue before the badge,
being classical and colorful, rips through the night air.
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