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Seeing for the First Time on Flickr.

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I remember.

• 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 • on Flickr.

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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”)

This Disembodiment on Flickr.

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My breath is white, my body curled inwards to contain the little remaining heat. My thoughts are filled with imaginary places, tendrils crawling in the mud of modern literature for scattered tickets to new lands. I add them to my itinerary, sleepless and close to tears. My own world is too vast, yet I am escaping. To places snuggled between beginnings and ends, not furled across a labyrinth of fear and regret. My reality sits outside of me yet it tugs at my flesh, burrowing into my bones like worms which cannot wait to feed me to the soil before my blood turns cold. A voice echoes, circling softly around my mind. Its words meaningless, but not letting me die.

Every Highway

If we are indeed made of star stuff, is our helix strong enough?

 I am only molecular storage for now. I wade through the gene pool and slide across the sequences, but how can I find a  missing piece that is forever casting her gaze at an event horizon that already swallowed up all of the important parts? 

And I look now on those hands which afford all they could give ..,. on Flickr.

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… red string is now blood and may have always been, hands bound in guilt and shame, hands that were never enough and always to blame.


Butterfly Dreaming

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Red string is now blood and may have always been, hands bound in guilt and shame.

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Drivin to Abstraktion

Little pieces of my psyche seem to work through the proper cracks in a pretty shaky foundation and, amazingly, they often find their own way into the light.

Safe Harbor on Flickr.

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Seashells String The Seaside And All I See Is You And Me Embracing So Tenderly.

Some of the places that made me look twice …

Safe Harbor on Flickr.

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Seashells String The Seaside And All I See Is You And Me Embracing So Tenderly.

Safe Harbor on Flickr.

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Seashells String The Seaside And All I See Is You And Me Embracing So Tenderly.

Couch Catatonia on Flickr.

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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.

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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.