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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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Shake Me When the Album Is Over and He Is Done
Kiss, original album finger blister boil jammed between peeled fingernails
Please, I screamed, save my puss filled fingers for family and friends to see
Missing fingers creviced off from the album's edge from him
Hotter than Hell, burned underneath my pupils and singed my cornea
Please, I screamed, save my charred sight for family and friends to see
Missing vision from melted wax dripped over my eyes from him
Dressed to Kill just about killed me naked with wedges between the toes
Please, I screamed, save my vulnerable public nudity for family and friends to see
Missing toes by slap groove pinch flesh and razor marks from him
Kiss Alive I and II brought earthly whelps with pointed edge jab
Please, I screamed, save my penetrated eardrums for family and friends to see
Missing hearing with global incisions in my ears from him
Destroyer reeked blast explosion in my stomach, spitting blood during childhood
Please, I screamed, save my digestive system for family and friends to see
Missing appetite from cracked pieces spoon-fed down my dry esophagus from him
Rock and Roll Over and Love Gun sliced one million times on my body
Please, I screamed, save the bubbled blood marks for family and friends to see
Missing skin with a record's edge creviced and diced in little X marks from him
All Kiss solo albums glued blackness to me feet's bottom
Please, I screamed, remove the pad's skin for family and friends to see
Missing feet and walk, my knees bloated and the bleeding continues from him
Yeah, I wore green and blue eye shadow. Yeah, I wore black paint and red lipstick
When the album ends and the hiss can be heard, I'll hang his dead body from the stage
When the crackle pops and the needle drops, I'll cut the rope that keeps me together
When father is done and the album has lost its hum, please shake me
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