this used to be world ~ gone fishing
the blackberry brambles grow right into the very lives of people
organized crazy
a real life fucking tree~ weeping
other people's lives must be more interesting ~ must be more Victorian
a city full of haunted houses
every house is haunted
i am in love with closed / sun faded / dusty / damaged curtains / and what's behind
at times i feel~ that the great depression never really ended
i didn't sleep here ~ i walked by and wanted to bring coffee and doughnuts ~ and have them thrown in my face
a rebus dictionary the creation of this work of art has taken decades / weather and neglect
the whole world is empty and waiting
Publix Hotel Seattle Washington ~ should be rented to only gifted magical people who will die in fabricated flop house rooms staring at pieces of paper / fabric / string
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