Sunday, December 30, 2012

The Day That The World Didn't End.

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There are words inside her, waiting to be born. She feels them growing, forming, becoming thoughts that might later work themselves into sentences to be spoken aloud.

Now, they are nothing but jagged letters with sharp edged corners poking at her, making her uncomfortable. She can’t seem to put them together in any way that softens them.

She soon realizes they will always be hard and sharp. They will always be hard to get out.

It might be easier to keep them inside, let them remain a struggling mess of letters and sounds that will hurt no one but her.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

I Miss You


I Miss You, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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I wish you were here, now. Happy Birthday, Dad.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

There Was This One Time, I Accidentally Stepped Outside Of Myself.

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~ It was painfully clear that no amount of optimistic worldview would give me what I needed
to look me in the eye ~

(.i.am.she.and.she.is.me.and.that’s.the.unsolvable.dichotomy.)

Monday, December 17, 2012

Parallel universal multi-dimensional HELL

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I have seen many things and felt certain I knew of evil in its purest forms. Tonight, I saw true evil for the first time in the face of someone I once loved, and I'll never be the same.
'

Thursday, December 13, 2012

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

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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)

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

This is my Selective Recreation of My Reality: Exceedingly Different from Yours...

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"Here undoubtedly lies the chief poetic energy: --in the force of imagination that pierces or exalts the solid fact, instead of floating among cloud-pictures."

-T. S. Eliot

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Repeating Ourselves: The Linear Curse

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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.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

• M E M O R I E S E I R O M E M • R E C U E R D A S A D R E U C E R •

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". . . if a pre ordained existence is reality, and common sense mathematics implies a strong possibility, then in a strange way, it supports the odds of an afterlife. After all, how could we be predestined without a grand intelligent plan that involved us personally. The possibility of a predestined—perhaps soul in waiting—tilts the scale of probability towards a life outside what we know."
- Steve Hartnett (Excerpt from his writings on, "Predestination")

Thursday, October 11, 2012

I Feel it Coming On...


I Feel it Coming On..., originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

in memory of


in memory of, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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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.
We are all adrift on the same Titanic.


.... this was on my trek from Monetery CA to Dallas TX. Groveland CA is just outside of Yosemite, my pilgrimage target point.... ;)
(taken with an iphone 3g or 3gs (it was summer 2010) with hipstamatic, unedited)

Saturday, September 29, 2012

songs of motion


songs of motion, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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just a normal pic that I compulsively made into a funky edit... :)

Amnestic Suggest


Amnestic Suggest, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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This is a photo/digital painting hybrid of sorts . . . I blended the painted version (photoforge1 on the iPhone) with the original version (also an iPhone shot), on the outskirts of Grand Prairie, TX (near Dallas). :)

Friday, September 21, 2012

Linear but not Corporeal


Linear but not Corporeal, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

.i.went.black. - 253


.i.went.black. - 253, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

Via Flickr:
Two Hundred & Fifty Three, Yes it's Me.
••• Psychopathy is simply a matter of want. •••
•••And the grass is always greener on their side.•••

Sunday, September 16, 2012

"This song of mine will wind its music around you ...

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... my child, like the fond arms of love. This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing. When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in your ear... When you are in the crowd, it will fence you about with aloofness. My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown. It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road. My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes, and will carry your sight into the heart of things. And when my voice is silenced in death, my song will speak in your living heart."

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Do You Feel Your Conscience As You're Living Through It?




You killed your own soul and then stole mine. That's why I will forever still be sleeping listlessly inside your barely beating heart.

And I will always hate you for it.

(I can hear those bitter screams escaping my throat in perfect harmony with my lonely ghost).


..i.am.my.own.terrorist..













•symmetry•is•perfection•

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Monday, September 3, 2012

.i.know.


.i.know., originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

.symmetry.is.*still*.perfection.

• M E M O R I E S E I R O M E M • R E C U E R D A S A D R E U C E R •

Via Flickr:
". . . if a pre ordained existence is reality, and common sense mathematics implies a strong possibility, then in a strange way, it supports the odds of an afterlife. After all, how could we be predestined without a grand intelligent plan that involved us personally. The possibility of a predestined—perhaps soul in waiting—tilts the scale of probability towards a life outside what we know."
- Steve Hartnett (Excerpt from his writings on, "Predestination")

.Extenuating.Cervical.Expanses.

.Extenuating.Cervical.Expanses.

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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.

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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"

.i.feel.you.


.i.feel.you., originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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i feel you inside the night
i weep when the celestial sky is bright
the moonlight tells me i sleep alone
again
this night

Friday, August 31, 2012

Chasms: Mine is the Curse of Expectation.

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She could sense its vacuum from a distance far beyond the hollow air that rushed in to fill the void across this canyon...
A chasm spanning ten million miles wide, its bowels cut wide open, deeper than the most distant molecule in space...

She could see a distant, almost transparent apparition standing very still and watching her with no expression.., she stood precisely where the sun would set.

All the while, knowing that this far-off stranger was not a stranger at all.

I was She and She was Me, and despite our fate to spend eternity alone, We shared a finite moment within an infinite expanse.


(They became We - She & Me).

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Don't Bring Me Down


Don't Bring Me Down, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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Continuum Days

Living today’s tomorrow, stuck in a loop
It’s like running wild inside a chicken’s coop
Like a bird trapped in a golden cage
Or as rose caught in the fires of Rage
An epitome of goodness, but what’s the cost
Is the punishment something you gain, or something you’ve lost?
A ghost in Heaven, that’s who I am
A ghost, a memory, a remnant walking the streets of Adamne
Something mistaken for nothing
A royalty perhaps, a broken empire, you’re king
Eggshells in a window, must it be so?
My heart says yes, but yours says no
A welded grin and eyes like butterflies
To trust, that would be very unwise
A silence like a future, entropic bites
Everyone must win their fights
Armageddon, my very finest
My love, my courage,
My soul depressed.


(author unknown)


*(in lucid terms, this is me getting a facial...)! :)


*aremaC -
Lots of stuff here but I'll try to remember:

1. Speed of light 2. Sutro 3. Type (?) a bw one, 4. striped, I clarified the mask from a filter I made (I'm not sure how to upload yet!), and also masked along some of the vertical lines... :) - for starters.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

No, Now No More


Untitled, originally uploaded by cajaygle.

Lift up the loss of my love,
on to my tired old wings,
on to my back,
and there I will carry,
and I will cry for her,
the woman I married.
.
She sat on her throne,
as my goddess, my one and only love,
from our first days as children
where we did meet. Now our home
lays…

*Poem By – http://artisticfreefall.tumblr.com

boundaries


boundaries, originally uploaded by Humphrey King.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

What makes the universe so hard to comprehend is that there's nothing to compare it with.

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(Such careless perfection naturally accentuated complex and omnipotent shadow vs. light-play, repeating soft and familiar melodies.
Her happiest consideration was these familiar and harmonious vibrations that every cell within her could recite by heart).

*** this was initially a photograph created by Francesca Woodman, a brilliant, eccentric photographer that took her own life at the age of 22. Perhaps i find her work so compelling because of the inredible amount of emotion, creativity, and even prophetic quality to her art, mostly self portraiture in black and white; very slow shutter speeds to create her fascinating trademark style of hauntingly, even disconcertingly dark and mysterious photos. I initially began editing a photo from google just for my own entertainment, but this casual past time began to grow into an entire collection of unique and personal pieces. I'm just glad I kept following this "rabbit hole," so that I could actually publish them... :)

Monday, August 13, 2012

What makes the universe so hard to comprehend is that there's nothingto compare it with.

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(Such careless perfection naturally accentuated complex and omnipotent shadow vs. light-play, repeating soft and familiar melodies.
Her happiest consideration was these familiar and harmonious vibrations that every cell within her could recite by heart).

Sunday, August 12, 2012

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.



**Unable to determine source.


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Finding Beauty and Using it as Fuel

Sometimes . . .


I find myself lost in a darker place


and these are the times 


that my only remedy 


is to live vicariously 



through the eyes of a child...