Lost // Found

Gather up the lost and found.
Lean in and listen.
Use pretty handwriting while writhing beneath skin.

Sentimental to touch and breath
She sees deep and
digs up the dark.

Trash-Cart Soothsayer
Truth-slayer, tattered and torn.
Snagged on a barb to blow in the wind-
A momentary pause does not indicate permanence.

Uneasy- treading time, not leaving much of a trail.
Breadcrumbs become fodder for the sorrows and the
Light bleeds between the lines.

Model: S Nia
Location: Shenandoahs, Virginia
All natural light, with a made on-the-spot ripped up t-shirt (you didn't want that back, Phil?)
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Dos // Amigos

Note: I'm actually quite fond of two inanimate objects being found in company of one another. I feel it's a part of a conversation I'm allowed to see for a brief moment, and I feel a sense of relief that in their permanency they, at least, have each other to cheer on through the bleak habitation of life by humans. 

Reflective // Property

Middle // Minimal

(Mouth Like a Machine Gun)

Mouth like a machine gun, heart like a hand grenade. Light brigade seeking solution sends the search dogs to sniff out their prey. Hooves pounding the ground hardened of the sacrificial lamb, storming like thunder through the fields, nostrils flaring swallowing the steam of perspiration.

Seek ye like hounds, like thieves, like the monsters of folklore and fairytale alike. Pushing the throe of discrepancy to the sea and forcing it into the cauldron to sink with the leaves. Mists and magic and things like miracles to run to and rescue the oddities; With pen as thy sword seek to alleviate the agony against the seldom seen sideshow.

Heed the country, heed the morality of monstrous capacity, the lemming like cliff dive from the rocks of humanity. Rush the rest of us through frivolity into the dangerous degradation of sympathy.

 

(Cry, the Beloved Country)

An autonomous chill sneaks up and sedates the swaying leaves into retreating into metamorphosis triggering nostalgia and nuisance. Shiny screws in a dirty window pane diffuse and delay the lingering light as it too secedes to a solemn sigh. Resignation rolls around my mouth but in due process is swallowed in anticipation.


At the bottom there is no escape.

Parisian streets, Portuguese feet sink into the long stretch. Countdown to deadline. Slide right by. Riots and raves, fireworks and faves. Linear vocalization in order to calm the masses. Heal with light, feed with space. Heed the cry of the beloved country. 


Train tales tinker tinker blink. X-Y axis yeilds high. Memorialize and feast on occular optimization. Open those eyes sweet song time travel.


Neon no you beter gogogo. Hair whisps and sweaty palms seems strong after so long. Flashback fall forward shake shake glow. Hip thrust who you trust now that the man is gone backwards flip. Feisty face pout past your bedtime alram clock hip hop hop. Time ticking space bomb raw raw seesaw tip it top it taste cheap shot. Talk a lot