Amnestic Suggest - HBO's Prison Break Set! (AKA: Swift Plant).

Amnestic Suggest - HBO's Prison Break Set! (AKA: Swift Plant)., originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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The old Swift meat packing plant is located only a block or two from the Ft Worth TX historic stockyards. :) (photo taken with a canon g11 in summer 2010)

.Extenuating.Cervical.Expanses.

.Extenuating.Cervical.Expanses., originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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"Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead,
We’ll wander back and home to bed.
Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!"

— J.R.R. Tolkien,
"The Fellowship of the Ring"

.Extenuating.Cervical.Expanses.

.Extenuating.Cervical.Expanses., originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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"Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead,
We’ll wander back and home to bed.
Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!"

— J.R.R. Tolkien,
"The Fellowship of the Ring"

SHARKS & CHASMS:

There is a shark inside his heart; take no notice if he tells you different
it eats from the inside out, its teeth extra sharp its bite more deadly than the volcanoes surge; he has swallowed so much lava he can only taste
the blood and dirt – choking on his plagued verbatim as his tongue
hangs loose; he has dreamt long now of a truce.
Pride will take him down screaming – for this snake cannot shed skin
though he rattles and rolls amongst his contemporary playmates.
He can only write what aches and haunts on the walls that have besieged him. And so it festers this dark temperament; it eats on the bones then buries itself in fields and fields of gold, for it is the dream he tried so hard to awaken.
They say a snake and pig cannot live an authentic life, too many bad stars in a different hemisphere with the same urban sky brush stroked with empyrean amber – silver blue smoke clouds the eyes; everything so much colder.
Although well acquainted with female psychology, he neither likes nor understands her casting a critical eye – yet continues to creep each night into her boudoir, watching intently the hot steam that escapes from her aura. The sight of her uncurled in his grip – awaiting in trepidation their twin souls in flight. He can only look away as her dreams die swiftly – shape shifted into a silent Macabre dance. The self sacrifice of a pigs heart for the gluttonous sake of a love he fed her in dribs and drabs. She loves to be the martyr. They will hold each other at times alone in a snow globe looking out through all the devastation, his touch will electrify her and their eyes will lock with that age old understanding – it was always the moments that mattered. But she cannot keep him from his hunting – those sharp teeth and shark heart needing constant new amusement, his compassion waned. His soul dyed every different shade of anthracite lines – the edges will blur and he’ll lose sight of her. His deception deep sprung from a well of venom, burned coldly into her immense sorrowful eyes. In the end she will have no choice but to leave and yet she will forever look blindly for his silhouette wandering the earth dazed.

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OH, GOD

Photo By: Self

spilling water from my back,

you call and i come.

that exhausted walk to reach you

breathless and no i didn’t run

to see you, i’ve been smoking

too much, same thing.

another awkward hug in the car

as my face smashes your cheek

that i can feel it leaving now

is the saddest, a beautiful eruption

you could have picked it off the tree

and chowed

but you weren’t hungry.

feeling it dying away all day

much worse than the straining

against the leash, another gorgeous

thing that should not have happened,

gone again.

By -Michelle Tea

"Oh God" from The Beautiful: Collected Poems.



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(P н ٥ т о ي – САп – в ع
– F Ф ц и d НЕЯЭ)

Repeating Ourselves: The Linear Curse

Repeating Ourselves: The Linear Curse, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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(Existence as we know it ceases without warning)

Beware all of those silent trickster evolutions.

Science is the unattainable God pretending to provide impossible solutions.

Orbiting, floating it out, working, patiently waiting out all of these quiet revolutions.

The new species is in waiting.

Our destiny remains steady and marches closer toward a fool’s martyrdom.

.doomed.to.repeat.our.past.and.so.we.doom.ourselves.

Love is Only a Stalemate and We are all Fighting our Own World Wars

My war has been lost.
You were the evil that tore through my land. Leaving nothing behind but your garbage. You didn’t just betray me or use me, that would have been preferable. You devastated my world, you raped my soul, and you used me as your receptacle - your means of disposing your deepest fears, your anger, your shame (and your shame runs even deeper than the chasms that surround my sun). You pillaged my faith, you stole my ability to trust. You harvested my love and then used it to feed your locusts and rats, you brought nothing but pestilence and pain, you are a plague. You are a cancer. You do not deserve one morsel of peace. You are the only one breathing in and out of those wretched organs that oxygenate your tainted blood supply. My disgust for you is unreachable, unfathomable, unprecedented. I am repulsed by all of humanity and yet I yearn for a kind word or a gentle touch. Yet, just as suddenly as tears of loneliness begin to fall down my tired cheeks, a bitter scream escapes my throat -
I begin to choke on the vomit of you.



.symmetry.is.perfection.

grounded

grounded, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

“Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.”

Iris

Iris, originally uploaded by violinconcertono3.

Hurry Scurry

Hurry Scurry, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

A bird sings for me each morning while I drink my coffee. My audacity for such love from nature is inconsequential. My soul will weep a little less today.

A bird sings for me each morning while I drink my coffee. My audacity for such love from nature is inconsequential. My soul will weep a little less today., originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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one of my new favorite apps... Twistcam! I'm impressed with it...! :)) I also used phototoaster, colorleap, camera+, and snapseed for this photo edit. - for any iphoneographeres out there interested in this sort of description...! ;)

TIMING REVERSE - Surely I am the first one to mentally call forth all of my mystical powers

TIMING REVERSE - Surely I am the first one to mentally call forth all of my mystical powers, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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. . . And successfully turn back the stubborn hands of time so that I can hug my dad one last time. . . I must be the first to consider such madness, I am certain. * on the right is my 'cousin-in-law', my dad is the silver streak in the middle :), and the man on his left is one of his best friends (it's hard to make out the hidden man, I think that's my mom's brother). We were at the TX Cowboy's Stadium circa fall 2009... (Canon g11)

We are All Adrift on the Same Titanic

.FUSION.IN.UNISON... Days turn into weeks turn into years turn into hydrogen turn into helium oxygen and the elements get heavier and heavier until the celestial weight crashes into itself and that is the definition of time.


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(рн٥тоي САп вع
Фци НЕЯЭ):

Bixby (a sequel within a saga)

Bixby (a sequel within a saga), originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

GIANT ROBOT LOVE

The giant robot was depressed
so he fell asleep too long.
He was soon covered in grass.
It wasn’t long before people
were setting sprinklers on him
and dogs were defecating on him
and birds were picking worms from his tin.
Trees grew out of his chest
and one day he cracked open
from an earthquake.
The people discovered
a cave inside him and a massive
empty heart. A heart in which they could walk
through the rusty valves
too still for their imaginations.
The giant awoke to the clanging of his heart
and all the people crashed down
to the nether reaches of his body
as he stood up and sealed his chest.
He shaved the grass off his face.
He brushed the dirt
from his eyes and teeth.
He felt quite refreshed.
Then he walked to a bus stop
and wondered where he was
and when a double-decker bus pulled up
he couldn’t stop staring at her.
He couldn’t sit still
from the knocking inside the body,
from the faint shouting,
thinking this must be love.
Poem By: Scott Poole

WHAT.DO.YOU.KNOW.OF.THE.ACHE.

Pillars

Pillars, originally uploaded by MKII Photography.

I am one among many, but condemned to eternity as the outsider; a stranger.

The people I love, the people I fear. They cannot understand why I am still wandering the desert, amazed that I'm even still here.

My curse is with me always, but only I can see. My only companion is the cold touch of my reaper, ripping my life away from me.