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|Still Life: 09/15/2004 - 6:27 AM |
shifting colors of moving objects blurred from recognition. Time moves this way fluid around me as if surrounded by the swirling hues of oils and inks. With distance the picture is clear drawing me ever closer yet my approach skews the image; it becomes only brush-strokes of layered indigo, lilac, the palest of yellow like an aged bruise unrecognizable as part of anything more. The picture changes again |
Job Opening, Likely Temp Work - 11/30/2005 Damn It - 10/08/2005 True Words For Too Many - 10/07/2005 A Drop of Golden Sun - 10/07/2005 Fraud - 10/01/2005 |