Keeping my head above water, always treading.
Keeping ahead.
Rediscovering God.
I am still alive.


Loston the edge of reason, of an unraveling fabric- time stands still as I circle throughLost
this undiluted reality wondering how the who the how
the fuck is me?
Setting goals, meeting deadlines making bank, and go damn my dear, in all these years... myself I do not know.


Iron and rustIn a sepia photograph from years and years ago stand two valiant sailors fresh from training, Proud parents beaming at the brothers with futures outstretched before them in wartime fashion... brothers off to fight the good fight for a nation perched on the edge of change.Iron and rust
not quite the same man but he's the same man, older.
Sitting there in oil soaked overalls,
halo of gray hair and round, gold rimmed glasses rubbing at a stubborn achy knee... Arthur Ritis come to visit. Smiling like a rural Buddha. Crusty, cantankerous, rough. The great A
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The Surreal Arts
The exquisitecorpse
CollaborativeCorpse
thx for da add!
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~ gallery
~ website
mind over matter, cause the mind is what matters!
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"Wenn der Novemberwind deine Hoffnung verweht,
und du bist so müde, weil du nicht mehr weißt, wie's weitergeht,
wenn dein kaltes Bett dich nicht schlafen läßt:
Halt dich an deiner Liebe fest."
( Ton Steine Scherben)
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SINAI BENDS
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the sexth sence "i see bouncing boobs"
all [[ Hentai ART ]] inside
Be good
- Constantine.
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A true photograph need not be explained, nor can it be contained in words. - Ansel Adams
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