Home Writer Screenplay Creator Thinker/Personality Photographer Designer Experimenter Social Observer/el-blogo Steelers Fan White Stripes Fan Chuck Palahniuk Fan     INTERESTING PHOTO ROOM Odd Photos Oklahoma City Lights 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.     Just South Of The Old Wooden House Grandpa Murcer, boots, spoons, and elbows Porch cousins, grabbing clay tickets To a sponsored event, by Boisie Whip Cream and Strawberries. Trickling drips, soothing waterfall pond in the backyard among Oak Trees. Shaded acreage shaded acoustics, shaded wonder Soft piano music, streamers on lampposts purple bulbs , candlestick dipping boxes of colors and shapes with vertical wicks Lost Uncles designing toilet seats Midget vendors selling flowers, postcards puzzles, popcorn and corn dogs with Kuchen Ice sculptress and magicians slapping cubes, shoving velvet to the son Every Aunt available surging their needles, swatting swirls of ice cream in private places, cotton crazy. Yellow box fans blowing wind into chimes, hand made glass Revolving stage with three different scenes Sixteen nieces tap dancing on picnic tables Grape particles left behind, foil skin and grease biceps. Jesters and jokers juicing onstage. Padded feet scattered powder, sliding wood. Metal bats, pewter flying down on a wire rope strung, retracting mechanical dog, chained rail system Over all nephews, planted in the mud to their ankles, generating the last leg of Stone statues with colored lights shimmering in the reflection, pots of burning oils and fragrant aloes Glowing hinges, piston burnt smell Melting bubbling chocolate, gold, silver and coal automatically stirred by oily crankshaft squirting graphite for tattoos and graffito to ransack the hands Knuckle in the sky, hammers left buried in the snow Night falls on the shaded acreage The festivities are only beginning