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actually, a very interesting story . . . one told through pictures, photography, art, poetry, and spontaneous bursts of uncharacteristically intriguing prose; amongst other things.
S(t)OR(R)-Y about an interesting girl living a very interesting life IN many interesting places. Interesting could be defined as: Weird.⟿ Exiting.VUnpredictable. "Go Ask Alice," and "Thelma and Louis (minus a murder⚰⚒⚰)," rolled into a pre-teen, adolescent, twenty-something, thirty-two year-old girl (though she is often mistaken for a woman - many people simply don't realize how far behind in this journey she has actually gotten... She was always a P.rocr.AST.inator; al.WAYS. sullen and morose - which would typically provide for her a means of pro.CAST.IN.A.(ting). her LI(f)E, in general. A "LI(f)E-Procrastinator.")...
Suffice to say, this odd little protagonist*a has a long, loooong, ways to go before reaching adulthood.
Inte.(no)REST.ing is also defined as:
DangeroUS. F.UN(ending).Intriguing.Horrific Honorific. Charities. Balls. Princes. Millions. Billions. HomeLESSness,
PowerLESSness.
D(rug)AD.diction.
PSYCHosis.
ManIa.
*(?)Normal-see.
Law enforcement.
Breaking the law.
Going to court.
Being a Court Officer....
The perpetrator and the victim.
THIS; is a
MeMoiR.
This is a Story
that should have ended long, long ago, many times over -IF...LIFE.WAS.FAIR.
Most of us know that this is incredibly UN.true. Justice is an ever-elusive thing that we hunger and yearn for, yet this craving for Order and a sense of "fairness" is strangely unpalatable when or if it is ever met. Sadly, we often find ourselves "right," or, "vindicated," in some way, but this rarely makes us happy.
This is an autobiography. This could also become a mini-biography about others as I see fit to tell the story. This is a ROYGBIV life, a full spectrum of every entree; Filet Mignon for fifty dollars, or a McDonald's combo meal for five dollars, whether it be money (or lack thereof), or psychiatric disorders, chaotic events, traumatic events, exiting events, and one could insert these descriptors for most of the other oddities in this story, called "the other people;" most of whom are "interesting" as well.
This is a truly bipolar life that has lived in the darkness and has lived in the
U U U U U light U U U U U.
A life that has dined with royalty and had servants and drivers and cooks and maids and the like, as well as the life lived in squaller and poverty; watching rats boldly skitter across the creaky old floors in the roach infested house that had no air conditioning, no shower, no food in the pantry - no vehicle - working two or three minimum wage jobs (including the proud moment when a new precedent was set in
(Little)
Rock,AR,
. . . by this employee's becoming Little Rock's first Jiffy Lube fffemale(!) employee (that actually worked IN one of the bays, not reception!), and was covered in flea bites and roach bites and, too-poor-without-insurance-to-have-that-one-one-treated-mystery-bites.
This Life Story is an incredibly dualistic one, in almost every aspect.
In summation, Mixed media,
sketching,
drawing,
typing.
something.
- objectively or subjectively -
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but either way, hopefully insightfully -
a poem, a quote, mine, not mine, yours . . . . is likely going to be 40% of the Story, but mostly the Photography will tell the tale, as this is a journey that has more or less been well documented in pictures and after being on the run for almost a year now,
photography
has
been
my
only
friend.
My drug.
My God.
My Life-Breath.
It pulses through my veins as assuredly as anti-oxidents (hopefully) drift upstream to be reduced, reused, and recycled.
That's the main reason - my passion LIE(s) within the 2-dimensional (miss)re-presentations within every event and person and place and feeling and tear captured at a mixture of digitalized shutter speed, aperture, and iso settings.
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- literally - is a great example of some (?)
. . .well-documented photographie, since nobody would actually believe the story if it was only backed with something as malleable and brittle as WORDS....
(words are such odd and silly little things!!)....
I would categorize this as mostly a photoblog if I had to pick a genre... That could have saved some time, couldn't it? Ha ha. I'm also quite wordy in front of a computer.
This was your warning
