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The S℮cr℮t Room


my words and photographs,
the diary of a sometimes troubled girl.
the music is always turned up,
and the door is always open.
come on in.




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    We will write because we are born
    drunk on the wine of God. -l.d.

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    the low-side of the road. Wednesday, June 09, 2010 |









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    beautiful wedding. Sunday, March 07, 2010 |


    scott and sarah.
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    old black and whites. Sunday, February 28, 2010 |







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    don't mind if i do... Saturday, February 20, 2010 |


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    This Morning. Monday, February 15, 2010 |

    Enter without knocking, hard-working ant.
    I'm just sitting here mulling over
    What to do this dark, overcast day?
    It was a night of the radio turned down low,
    Fitful sleep, vague, troubling dreams.
    I woke up lovesick and confused.
    I thought I heard Estella in the garden singing
    And some bird answering her,
    But it was the rain. Dark tree tops swaying
    And whispering. "Come to me my desire,"
    I said. And she came to me by and by,
    Her breath smelling of mint, her tongue
    Wetting my cheek, and then she vanished.
    Slowly day came, a gray streak of daylight
    To bathe my hands and face in.
    Hours passed, and then you crawled
    Under the door, and stopped before me.
    You visit the same tailors the mourners do,
    Mr. Ant. I like the silence between us,
    The quiet--that holy state even the rain
    Knows about. Listen to her begin to fall,
    As if with eyes closed,
    Muting each drop in her wild-beating heart.

    Charles Simic

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    1959. Thursday, February 11, 2010 |



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    long time... |

    i don't really have anything to say, so ... just these.


    at the Drive-In.

    the green-room.

    flatlands.

    single-wide.


    JPG magazine photo submission... Thursday, December 03, 2009 |

    My latest submission to be published in JPG magazine. Go vote. :)





    Interests, music, and art.

    creativity is a drug i cannot live without. -cecil b. demille




    The folks I call my own:

    kimberly
    janelle
    patrick longest
    melanie
    Lynne
    john
    zayne
    keith
    apples.in.song

    favourites:

    my del.icio.us
    myspace
    the orchard
    photography
    stereogum
    my deviant art
    galaxy.reno
    post secret
    old blog
    mi flickr
    donald.phelps
    the.speckled.bird


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