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.

My spiritual umbilical cord is connected across the universe. Streamlined juxtaposition, my spiritual umbilical cord implants itself into the opposite end. Sometimes it tosses me into the air and sometimes it drags me across the cement. Feeling like I've known this connection forever; I remember things that I do not remember. My spiritual umbilical cord is not a straight shot, is weaves, dips and dives across the universe.

When I look down, I see my spiritual umbilical cord embedding itself deeper and deeper. No matter which way I walk, it stays connected.
Many, many times I feel alone. I feel like somebody is watching me be alone. Like the Holy Spirit is contemplating its dive into my soul. When the Holy Spirit watches me, I feel more comfortable with my spiritual umbilical cord being connected at the opposite end across the universe.

There is nothing more stimulating than the absolute feeling of being alone with the Holy Spirit watching you be alone. This reminds me that I am human. This reminds me that there is more to being human. So, I shove my implanted spiritual umbilical cord deeper into my soul. For I know, whoever is at the other end will soon know about their implant. And when that happens, we will be brought together.

Sometimes I look back and smile to the Holy Spirit watching me. Sometimes I frown and sometimes I cry. And I always reach down and feel comfort that the spiritual umbilical cord is attached.

I am the naval gazer. Where will my spiritual umbilical cord take me? Sometimes silence is a virtue. Sometimes being alone is virtue. Can two people be together with their spirits connected and yet be alone? If you can accomplish this, it is a good thing.

I am the navel gazer.