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.

WETNESS

Lighthouse bastion anchoring rocky cliffs, drinking the Diamantia Trench there is
a secret asylum that rocks the barricade, sunken beneath are
floors and walls rigid cobblestone, boulder stairwell winding downward.
The saddled prisoner in a dungeon scrap yard
is hostage, draining pain across his fingernails and bleak groans.
A cauldron crack trickling water, duration wears from ocean waves
Soft sound of dripping fluids, slippery pit splattering drops into probing cement.
Burnished watery stones glide gracefully into the crevices yet his moist naked body
sticks like burnt residue. Repeating vibration heckles his sanity and malice for
wetness moistens his mouth. Stains jigsaw the furry algae and climbs the cavities of
his teeth. The warm sunlight banishes nature and darkness masticates.
Candles smear wax, hampering an island pile dried of once flames.
Shackles and chains leash to every gesture chewing to his bare bone
while the frigid floor dampens, bleeding into the foundation.
His spine dissolves and collapses the carcass into melting fumes.
The ravine pales from the deep incisions slashed to his back
Fly eggs lave, suffocating his wounds. Blistering salt speckles, shoved
down his rusty lung. Rain water and the daily toss of molded bread vacates him
on the edge with the wardens slip of plastic shoes
With a pruned palm tucked into his fist
the dungeon wreckage rocks him to sleep