out the window

since I never go anywhere ... eep

together forever

break free!

Mayar XIII

Mayar XXIII

Mayar V

Mayar V

Mayar IV

clean up

In preparation for a higher quality camera to come soon, I have gathered some of the stray shots that never made it here for one reason or another - colour gotta love colour!




Leah's purple flower with extended tongue like a smart ass face




this the pink wall captured good with fresh batteries




this the red wall defining subtle shades very well




and the smoking tray with substance and demonstration

bless the sperm donors everywhere!

prestigious implications in a boat chain always washing away the outer plating




silhouetted in yellow it seems a tiny pink heart rises in the center





spotted falling in flight from a bird the feather lands to be photographed in the backdrop that never holds still





well the pink is a little closer to original but still lacks a kick!

fotofeast

alone ... like old age







damn ... the sewer grate was pink .. hot pink ... I kid you not! camera is weak!







who's a raindrop now ... and you thought you were such an individual!

wandering in

hunkered over the white almost almond keyboard he rises with the breath drawn in straight now into the back of the chair as a guide to aligning all the nerve pathways headed to the brain and feeling the refrain of one million bliss angels screaming hymns in the farthest and closest corners of everything known seen tasted and touched - sparks before the eyes every time the flame tries to hide inside the bowl - choking in eager over consumption after thirty years like a young pup on a bone too big - this old man came rolling home - one more silent attempt at triangulating his position here to there to what there portends for when - unable to comprehend his own handwriting disguised as keystrokes it was impossible to find the dividing line between control or lack thereof - again the limber spine pulls the chin in and with an audible click everything begins to make sense again and the concept of pain becomes an experience for the brain to analyze and then put out in the rain - attempts to withstand torrential downpours fall short but as the intensity of the glow surrounding everything increases so does the density of the clouds decrease and some kind of piercing ray of fire burns a streak across the inside of the mind and through to the other side where light is always bright- accredited by intentional mistake the regular pattern has been dissuaded from the truth by obsessive manipulation - positioned for maximum effect the run to the top was a thousand stair sprint to the peak of the triangle where the temple spins wheels with a familiar revolution

As per request from numerous corners of the universe, here is another installment of the Stranded mindset, lost in the internal infernal world of the inside of a severly disturbed mind, oops, not supposed to go there. Here's a couple of recent pics I like. The camera is basically broken though I can manipulate its contents enough to take the occassional photo. Soon I will buy a nicer digital and will enjoy some high quality results. Until then I take a much needed break and stew in my own juices for awhile.. hehe . dreamer.....nothing but a dreamer

some clarity for jd!



some unique pattern for jenx!



and a musical interlude for dez!