Protocol
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Protocol?
by KeeliIs is considered ungrateful if you don’t post a thank you journal or are you a braggart if you do? Hmmm . . . can’t decide! Well, I wa…
Is is considered ungrateful if you don’t post a thank you journal or are you a braggart if you do? Hmmm . . . can’t decide! Well, I was pleasantly surprised to see a work of mine The Gazing Ball on the homepage on 5-17-08! I am grateful! I didn’t title this journal “Featured on the Homepage” so as not to look too boastful. Hopefully this lies somewhere in a happy medium! UPDATE Today 9-27-08 Good Grief was featured on the Homepage! Thank you very much! ANOTHER UPDATE 9-28-08 Don’t Fence Me In was featured on the Homepage I am truly humbled an astonished. Many thanks to all who have commented here and who have viewed these works!
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Mucking about with my old phone to create a still life. Sadly, Jessie (my little foxie) couldn’t be made to sit still long enough to take this picture, so a stuffed substitute was employed.
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Annie’s biggest fan
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This image is highly pixelled. I’m just saying. / If you are squeamish about allowing the medium to participate in its own work, you won’t want to buy it. / I happen to favor that effect and sometimes push for it. / The zoom in’s are pretty accurate. / It was geeked when listening to David & Steve Gordon’s Sacred Spirit Drums. Love, / your photographer
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That day was really fine. / I forgot about a lot of things. / Well, they intruded a bit, but I managed.
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in a hallucination i am able to read the genetix coded into the ethereal bodies of whomever stands at the foot of my bed. i find that a few have the dna of angels
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Her
by Marie Monroesome people just pass on / and it doesn’t matter in what form / they now appear
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would you love me despite my failings / despite how far I have fallen / would you love me and take me close / to whatever you have left to give? ADAWG
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It was a glorious summer night. / Hendrix was playing in the Jeep. / The studio was closed.
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Bath
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MARIES BLESSING
by Marie MonroeMy favorite poet, Ariyah Joseph, has honored me with a poetic response to my work. I am v…
My favorite poet, Ariyah Joseph, has honored me with a poetic response to my work. I am very pleased to present it here and thank him very much. I hope you’ll visit his work and see what all this glorious poetikal rumpus is all about. MARIES BLESSING / mopping heat visions down with icicle sickle swooshes who would ever flinch at a blow never thrown who would expect her wrath coming out of such disjointed jazzic sometimes the stinch of stimuli comes wafting and i wonder if we share the same dna satislisticanomatrancentrifugalarian art is art words are words and we are individuals who are influenced yet shape ourselves admire and abandon we could waste youth rekindling the conundrum my fathers father father to de days of abraham been scratching dey headz we been always thickskulled and then a fresco comes the renaissance rode in on a caravan of minstrels my sweet daddy be here in no time and he will be bringing a first aid kit some divine wine and a new animal weaving new worlds in sacred space de irie valkrye somnresonant synchromatic not one sevearal or none not once twice or never but perspectates inhabits watches and plays in sleep waking equilbriumatic zeneific co conspirer whatever you think i may be i am and not it is my choice if you see me and your choice to summon me after…. dogs going mad in the summer in the winter you will sleep in the summer you will cry a storie or two passes by people warm by the fire and become formless until a thought breaks the silence that was sound all along ol bessie come lookin ta pick a fight i be like i intend you no harm but don’t start no shit won’t be no shit i am giving a tarot reading i’ll do yo hair aftawaardz she ain’t heard nuffin i said so the static i wipped up put her in time out when i trance out and come to the moon be bigger than usual and all the appliances waver when i walk then i go back to normal dat is why i say i am not the one but i got a good heart but momma always say give em three times to disrespect after dat some bimbo gone get scalped… at da birf of her son dey sang hey, hey, porkpie wearin’ man, you thank you got me down…hey, hey, porkpie lookin’ man, you thank i give a damn… and the conception was as beatiful as the unison of billie holiday and lester young comin round de mountain to a saloon in the boonies a jukebox started this pilgrammage they could not sleep until they reached the music dat beheld a portal That’s another thing to take to the pier and let the slow, warm waters of the gulf wash away… so i did i took the antique mirror splash the baseball cards the memory of my grandmother washed up so i built a memorial burned some photo albums took it and let it go the avoidance would have sunk me all dats dat was salvaged compassion forgiveness and griefhope / jettisoning belief she tightropes between reason and uzi meter or sometime she’s an archeress and it arcs and hits you later she has a love she executes without even an approach remaining a true saint of heart to be spiritual and still pay your toll to the llusionist overseers it won’t even touch there hands will go straight into the machine and come out a cannon scream but please people keep that in the back of your head let reality disappear and explore yourself and life that gawd gave to you to live as is she sits in the room wafting comes a ether shes never felt waiting on the last bus hoping its empty i have always been alone in this town and would like to leave it that way clean up your place for the demise beat the rugs mow the lawn let the tea sit in the sun have fresh milk prepared strike up the band nit a passing sweater of the cotton that expanded our age compose a page or two bury a time capsule with the cure for the common disease it is best if you leave yourself behind sit this one out jj you already got a sprung ankle i think i can take these two by myself in four square you will get an equal share of the jolly ranchers we win from this i got some frozen bug juices in the sack they should be melted just right after this victory he is yet to be born he is yet to be dead he is yet but he will be a construct of all that is been so sleep while your brain expands buddy we will try to snap you into the warrior sage you usta be siphoning out the uniqueties letting her ideals slip in me outta me sort a like in one ear right into the bloodstream can bring the best of both words cuz you knowz the most uneducated be havins the most beatifulest metaphors follow the drinkin gourd youngbloodz he dragged in with one change of clothes some dingy green indian popstar pants baggy with a all sorts of colored african dashiki unweathered those colors couldn’t get bleached by the sun an antique trumpet in his hands people yell from afar play dat thing i would but my mouf is dry well come on in after i wet my whistle i can sort of take request mainly improvise they interuppted how long you been walkin since the beginning of july where you walkin to everywhere da lawd leads me the way to my resting place pretty soon or years from now depends on my tolerance and this horn he said this without emotion and cried a rendition of closer walk with thee he yearned to find the right banjo player / if someone could actually steal yo spirit it would drive them crazy cause he threw that ball from full court and called glass did he practice he scans the shock and says i told you kids you underestimate the power of the glass and the right angle and arc and force it is always water and hard to block when you shield the body can even draw a foul and get a three point play but during competition there is no formulation this is done without any verbal dialogue most people have something which has become second nature the jazzoligists went somewhere else and took us there it was our song it was a tonal journey it was an ark it was a soundtrack of motion now and gone staying in my pee like thc she would imprint a memory like hypnotherapists going into the pysche not to rearrange but to entertain to show you glimpses of your dream selves she be’s da engineer allowing us to dreams those dreams and also rest from them in reality and still view imaginery landscapes timeless scapes reforming without a notice there is a waiting period at the next station she announces over the intercom i got thangs to do i unlocked you through the subliminal
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Governments around the world, are setting targets to phase out the use of Incandescent light bulbs, in favour of more energy-efficient fluorescent sources of lighting, effectively “sunsetting” one of the most ubiquitous inventions of the 20th century. Thomas Edison created the first commercially viable incandescent light bulb in 1879. Little did he know how much his invention would contribute to the energy crisis that dominates the 21st century!... (I’ve used PS CS2 and most of the techniques in this tutorial for the water reflections)
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Supermarket car park in Speke, Liverpool.
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I’ve been a bit silly with the original ‘Walker’. Obviously I can’t draw.
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Signs of the North West.
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