 Photo by Paul Ferrara |
"We're like actors, turned loose on this
world to wander in search of
a phantom, endlessly searching for a half formed shadow of our lost reality. When others demand that we become the people they want us to be, they force us to destroy the person we really are. It's a subtle kind of murder. The most loving parents and relatives commit this murder with smiles on their faces." ~James Douglas Morrison |
| Cancer City
Urban fall Summer sadness The highways of the old town Ghosts in cars Electric shadows |
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| Ensenada
the dead seal the dog crucifix ghosts of the dead car sun Stop the car. Rain. Night. Feel. |
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| The city sleeps
& the unhappy children roam w/ animal gangs They seem to speak to their friends the dogs who teach them trails. Who can catch them? Who can make them come inside? |
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