Begging You in Kind

Pull me back
If you see me going away
With no plans to tell that day
Pull me back

Thinking of you I would pull back
But I'm finding it harder
Though I've grown no less fonder
To pull myself back

So pull me back
because I can't make up my mind
I beg you in kind
If you see me going away
With no plans to tell that day
Pull me back

My eyes hurt (Atlantic City edition)

Usually when one thinks of the sub-par clientle and surroundings of Atlantic City, they may want to look down at the carpet they're stepping on.  I mean with decor like this, should our expectations be that high?

The following eyesores are courtesy of Trump Taj Mahal in AC (yes these masterpieces came from only one Casino).

The Dirty Window

Inside the house
Can't breathe
Run until my feet feel the grass
I take in the natural colors and light
To help the panic pass
A little feathered fellow flies from a tree
With their gift of flight and fancy
Could there be anything more free
It looks like a happiness we'll never know
As I keep watching,
The bird flies into the dirty window

Instagrammin'

 vintage working record player. jealous knows no bounds.

 The cat version of TV

 Autumn Crimescene

 The bleeding tree

I call the last one "He's at the movies"

Mission Statement

This blog isn't for self-promotion or some sort of get rich quick scheme, or even a way to become an internet superstar.  I set out for none of those things.  I set out for art for art's sake, whether it be in writing, photography, or film.

I'm doing things MY way and posting what I like and find interesting, and hopefully one day this will serve as a progression of my creations, where I've come from and where I want to go.