Pyromaniacs....perhaps they burn everything they see because fire, in general, is able to reduce things down to a heap or puddle. Perhaps they are trying to find something SOLID, something they can not destroy. In such a place as this, so few things are untouchable and not many people are able to stand the heat. They search for something out of ( Read more... )

I am a man screaming in a world without echo.

Red: Heated rolling fire a sunset out of control passions burning blood manipulating form ( Read more... )

I mourn for the flames as they flicker and fail I weep for their souls at night. Long have I sought bright visions of fortune but they bleach and pale white. I struggle in the thicket and tumble in the dust searching a phantom road for one who through time I may come to trust. I shunt the prurient and their eolithic swaying as I shun the proud and ( Read more... )

I hide in the dim as a rogue. Cloaked and covered to lay veiled forever ( Read more... )

Beware mortals and their callous intent. They appear solid from a distance but degenerate upon close examination.

Took photos of the lake, the files are large as a result of the quality. I may post a few to my yahoo briefcase.

As he walks by his eyes catch the criss-crossing ribbon corsets, black angry looking shoes, and gaping holes in weathered fabric all hung with precise care. His soul some place far removed mourns for all the empty spaces in the world. What could be, what is missing, why the loss is so severe.

The coin flips falls and rings on the stone. The outcome determines all. Behold...the coin has balanced on its edge. A third and unexplainable solution. In this place of unforseen probability I am reborn.