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Hurricane

F-side hurricane coming through the house.

And I'm lost with a new camera.....

Kieth

Rock on

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I have cobwebs in my head
sometimes when I clean them out
I find spiders.

happy fun thoughts

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like breath on a frosted windowpane

Wanting nothing more but to be content with less he roamed the countryside tirelessly in search of his lost Guide. In the meantime, he became more knowledgeable about these matters then his former Guide could have ever hoped to be. Surpassing him not only in wisdom, but in spirit as well.

And yet, he remained unaware of this fact till his dying day, when the it became as clear as a jewel to him in his mind.

He wondered, did this knowledge bring him to accept his death or did death bring him to accept this knowledge?

Laughter rose from his dying lips and spilled on the ground like honey where the ants feasted and became Buddhas themselves.

I'm doing research into

I'm doing research into Digital Asset Management (DAM it!) and my brain has just went on strike.

Plan b

“Something clearly has gone wrong.” she said as the world began to tilt and swirl beneath her feet. She had heard the stories, everyone had, but it was just paranoid people talking. Or Druggies. Only people with something to hide. Not people such as herself.

Meanwhile, an Office Worker somewhere reboots their crashed computer for the fifth time that day.

“Fucking Excel just crashed my computer again.” he says to the cubical next to his.
“I wonder how much data got corrupted that time?” comes the response through the thin carpeted wall.

“Who the fuck cares? I’m hungry, lets go to Applebee’s for lunch. In about now.”

Both men laugh as they grab their Key Cards and walk to the office elevator.

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It took four men to hold him down. Two on either side, one on his legs and another that was holding his head between his hands. Then another man walked out of the back room carrying a small baby food jar. He stood over him looking down as he took out a pair of tweezers and took the lid off the jar. He smiled as he brought out the black widow spider, dangling from one leg like black mechanical madness.
He tried to fight, but eventually they had his mouth opened long enough for the man to drop the spider in.

At that point I turned and ran.

And then it was again....

In the wonder of the moment he forgot that he had in fact not found the missing keys to the heart of the issue.

Needing more of what was forgotten

Sometimes in the darkest part of the morning she would lie awake and pray for a lover to wrap his arms around her.
He was never bearded, white or nailed to a cross. But he had blisters on his fingers from playing guitar.
She remembers the dream more vividly than her own childhood.

While it Lasts....

Bulldozers and backhoes grade the hill next door to this pool. It's days are numbered.

Get your licks in while you can.

No Title

And nothing to say.

More painting

Somewhere in Portland, in the rain of course.

Dirty, dirty van

What's in the bag Frank?

Sunset, near home

Sunny days of a long lost era roll by like empty beer cans in the street