Saturday, June 30, 2012

.you.asked.for.it.


.you.asked.for.it., originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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Taken with a Canon G11 and edited with an iPhone4/iPad. Taken in 2010 and edited in 2012. :)
.FULL.CIRCLE.


I was always running (away)
From self
For cover
Fleeing the essence of I

Running from past
Sprinting from future
Giving the present a run for its money

Running like coward
Or a bull dragged by its angry horns.

Running into dead ends
One way stop signs
Forced backwards into
My own erected walls.

Running in fear
From time
In thoughts; cradling attachments like bones

Truth too pure
Self too damned
Running and running
Desperate to elude
This light inside.

Realization came in revelations
I despised – truth dawned
Running – never moving
Frozen on spot

I saw my running was leading
Nowhere
As I fled with fearful eyes
Into a harsh reality.

Now I am running – running across fields
Forward – full circle back into self

Running and running for dreams
Transforming my illusions
Of reality.

Running into the future
Full speed I greet the gift
Of the present

Racing into the light.


- Author Unknown

Monday, June 25, 2012

My god is here and here I wait

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The oddly pink hue is not from an edit, this was not "post" edited, but my DSLR canon g-11 has a colorswap option that allows you to switch out one color for another... It's quite impressive! You can make it subtle or make the sky become neon orange or any other color you have around to use as a template...! :)

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.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

When the reflection looking up at you is too disturbing to meet its stare, it's time to go home.

.you.asked.for.it.


.you.asked.for.it., originally uploaded by gogoloopie.
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Taken with a Canon G11 and edited with an iPhone4/iPad. Taken in 2010 and edited in 2012. :)
.FULL.CIRCLE.


I was always running (away)
From self
For cover
Fleeing the essence of I

Running from past
Sprinting from future
Giving the present a run for its money

Running like coward
Or a bull dragged by its angry horns.

Running into dead ends
One way stop signs
Forced backwards into
My own erected walls.

Running in fear
From time
In thoughts; cradling attachments like bones

Truth too pure
Self too damned
Running and running
Desperate to elude
This light inside.

Realization came in revelations
I despised – truth dawned
Running – never moving
Frozen on spot

I saw my running was leading
Nowhere
As I fled with fearful eyes
Into a harsh reality.

Now I am running – running across fields
Forward – full circle back into self

Running and running for dreams
Transforming my illusions
Of reality.

Running into the future
Full speed I greet the gift
Of the present

Racing into the light.


- Author Unknown

Giant Robot Love


Giant Robot Love, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

Friday, June 22, 2012

The Chief Poetic Energy . . .


The Chief Poetic Energy . . ., originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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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

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Saint Francis of Assisi quotes | Quotations at Dictionary.com

Saint Francis of Assisi quotes | Quotations at Dictionary.com

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace!
Where there is hatred let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy

She was Me and You was She so They we Be.

My confession lies somewhere hidden far, far, away – I don’t even remember where it was written. Perhaps that is for the best. The place and time for it to present itself will be revealed sooner or later. I don’t know which will be worse.
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Grind: Extra Fine (Smallest Circles & Effect: Saturate), Brew: Overprint (Full Pic & Evaporate Blended Circles), Serve: Black (Vignette Tone & Brown Bag Texture)

Sunday, June 17, 2012




.symmetry.is.perfection.

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.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Do Not Be Fooled.


Do Not Be Fooled., originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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Just out of range
Just out of reach
Adrenal glands tirelessly pumping
Heart racing
Blood pumping
Always running
Running
Laughing at my new plight
This stranger within me
She always giggles
But not like the child
This is more like sin... Sins of me.
Sins of the Father.
Sins of the Mother.
Sins of the Mother before Her -
The Father's Mother.
And, yes,
Sins of the He
The One that came out of Her
Long after Me.

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.”

Take A Step Back


Take A Step Back, originally uploaded by JoGo...

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You can see beauty, you can see ugly, its your choice.
(I see beauty...)
View Bigger On Black

Thursday, June 14, 2012


Duelos

"Y me consumo como una vela
no quiero a nadie a mi alrededor
que le salpique esta puta mierda

que alguno toavía llaman amor.
recuerdo bien nuestra ultima cita,
porque no fuimos ni tú ni yo,
yo tenia miedo a que tú no fueras
y tú por miedo a que fuera yo."

Melendi, Como una vela

Weeping for keeps


Weeping for keeps, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.
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I've always known I was a little bit mad... I figured the best I could do with that unfortunate insight was to channel it into a creative outlet and perhaps even make an impression. Sadly, I have not yet found myself quite where I wanted to be years before now. You know, Plath, Van Gogh, Frost, Rothko, Homer.... We humans can be incredibly arrogant despite some of our self loathing and self deprecating thoughts and behaviors! Alas, no Pulitzer, no elitist interviews, nothing like that. Just inconsistently mediocre art, words, photography, and an occasional breakdown for good measure.

Monday, June 11, 2012

rendezvous (and we're talking about you)

two forms formulating their next move, and I pretend not to wonder or worry. that would look like paranoia.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Should you choose to climb a cliff face . . .

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Should you choose to climb a cliff face, I strongly advise against attempting this without support, or at least another person. (tripod doesn't count...). How many times do I tell myself this, and how many times do I end up in the dark with a maglight in my teeth and a death grip on a rock ledge???

.the.massacre.


.the.massacre., originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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I will massacre all the perpetrators that ruined me.

The monsters that stripped away what was left of my dignity and spirit.

My innocence now proudly adorns those demons like wartime banners flying high beyond the mast for everyone to see.

My hope and my potential was stolen to decorate their flagship.

That tiny slice of good inside of me that they ruthlessly stole.

They will pay dearly once my darkness turns its focus and narrows in on their position.

My fury is so black and unable to maintain its tenuous cohesion.

Chaos is only a Theory.



.I.AM.REAL

The wind carries them off . . .

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. . . and all of the hope in their hearts is carried with them until they are gone. The rhythm of the soul beats as one with the rhythm of the heart but when the soul dies in the dark the lyrics are lost. Thus, the mind is forced to break away from its orbit and gently fall apart.

Friday, June 1, 2012

Small Worlds near Highway one


Small Worlds near Highway one, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

Forgot it all


Forgot it all, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

Within


Within, originally uploaded by -Fearless-.

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Within each and every one of us
is the capacity for flight.



I had to make my first photoshop brush to do this, which was hard, because I'm working with Adobe Photoshop Elements 3.0. I am in desperate need of a newer/better photoshop. Sigh.
(briefly) Explored. Thanks all!! :)
Inspired, of course, by this.