The rain brings out every thought.
Illuminates it and magnifies it.
It gives me the perfect light every photographer lives for.
Though It's hard to play out my words in the right order,
In my mind they are a step away from perfect.


Hospital Collection: A FishA Fish Without Lungs.Hospital Collection: A Fish
The oxygen mask steps over my mouth like soft frog's feet and breathes into my lips sticky with blood. And I cough up pale white pills like tiny frog's eggs sticky and ripe in the dark. The air tastes heavy like pearls and vapour drops. Waterlogged I pray
for gills.
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The Bus Stop DialoguesI.The Bus Stop Dialogues
A young man at the bus stop turns to me and softly asks "Why aren't you wearing shoes?" He taps the faded leather of his suedo-skin and his eyes smile in a gentle lilt before his mouth does.
I tell him that I like
to feel the earth breathe. That textures keep my mind alive
and ticking like a clock. I tell him that I'm trying to grow roots so my pale limbs can twist into a tree (the way L and I talked about it in therapy). I tell him that my soul is lonely and the ground is the only thing that's always there. I tell him that
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Learn to look, look to learn.
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Peter: Hey Rex, look! I painted a circle around Isabelle's eye, whaddaya think?
Rex: I think you're weird.
You deserve it.
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Just Breathe
It was for some kind of project, yes?
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Just Breathe
I see.
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What part of cali are you from?
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It's really sad that people can't understand art. They are scared about the power of it....and maybe they should be.
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