Sunday, October 31, 2010

Friday, October 29, 2010

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Locked in.

Locked in., originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

Crazy like the cat.

Monday, October 25, 2010

No miracles. No god. No love. No hope.

But I like the photo... Today's sunrise.

.. It may be dark in here, but it's pretty out there.


Las tormentas que pasó.... (hace un mez).

Monday, October 18, 2010

Friday, October 15, 2010

Por.mí.caminO.: Por.mí.caminO.: SPUTNIK

Por.mí.caminO.: Por.mí.caminO.: SPUTNIK: "Por.mí.caminO.: SPUTNIK: 'I like the name 'Sputnik,' Because . . . . . . This benign inanimate object, became personified in the ⚇ eyes ⚇ of..."

Thursday, October 14, 2010


IT APPEARS . . . as though I have unintentionally scared away Wrong Number Guy.... Perhaps it was too soon in our flirtatious I--don't-even-know-your-name, word play to introduce him to a blog such as this one... I think the intensity could have freaked him out? Shame, really.... It was kind of fun verbally confusing the shit put of someone while dominating the flow of such a covertly lustful and yet silly conversation based solely on words (and a couple tempestuous photographs that gave a tiny glimpse into mu physical form... But never a full photo)! It was an enjoyable cat/mouse game of wit. I guess I'll have to go back to playing scrabble now . *(sigh).

pretty autoretrato

pretty autoretrato, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

Let's try this again, shall we?


Do what?



My mind is my masterpiece.....!

Location:Grapevine Mills Blvd N,Grapevine,United States

Sunday, October 10, 2010


no message

I amyet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in loves frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and livelike vapours tossed

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my lifes esteems;
Even the dearest that I loved the best
Are strangenay, rather, stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass belowabove the vaulted sky.
By John Clare

is the heart out of style?

no message

Friday, October 8, 2010

Monday, October 4, 2010

singularities exist on this side of the bubble

space is not just out there. supernovas occur on both sides of the atmosphere. internally.

Saturday, October 2, 2010


.my.path., originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

Decide or the decision will be made whether you like it or not.