my name is Ogress Dolores.
days constituting my life are diminutive.
aggravations are fruits.
pleasantries are weightless frippery.
Bang.
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- Orgasm [2]
- Orgasm [1]
- suRRism w/o d00[E]rrors
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- untitled piece - circa 2k9
- lumiere/universal/mind
- Lady Roach said: I told you so...
- http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-43719997...
- Another Kind of Winter
- a moment's stillness [image: across the water]
- BAD STAGE THAT KNOWS.
- Around Corners
- "Hi Ho Silver!"
- cubic letter to aaron...
- An-yer wall confestgues
- Feathers above
- Blinded repition C minus Archive Heart
- You do not have to see a representative to receive
- Dear Mother, Oh Mother, From womb 'till the pillow...
- Corners
- APORIA
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- Discards - aka Pans Throne
- New Yorkers
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- Jackson Pollock, January 28, 1912– August 11, 1956
- It's not you...It's me...
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- interference.
- Discharge traffic report
- REDTONGUES TWITCHING
- frail tho i am
- LYDON ENNUI
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- it should be becoming lucid that squatting on the ...
- Possessed by his shadow
- Recurring
- Same Old Story
- Nothing New
- horseman of GROT
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- For the record, I had to visit a new system this m...
- TIRED, SO TIRED OF...
- Pock Bile (excerpt)
- EoS Done - Title Pending (Carrion Claim?)
- in progress - EoS 2
- in progress - EoS 1
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- Universal Mind
- I do understand the widespread trepidation that so...
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- Welcome To The Pyramid
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- Horror and decay of the urban graveyard
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- My Faithful Heart
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- When you don't see me
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5 comments:
A loud-mouthed busybody :)
i fall again, head over tit, like a schoolboy running too fast to mrs weaks math class. not because i was good at math as i was crap but simply to look at mrs weaks. marvellous.i especially like the image with the grafitti.
infaonseond
in fact on second viewing, it appears as if one image bleeds into the other. almost as if a dark doriandra is fighting with a light doriandra.
you got it CJ- maybe you can help me figure out the rest of my fucked up self? (may we always walk together in the forest of words..)
Fucked up? You? I guess that we all are fucked up in some way. Yep, lets walk together with those wayward words that wind and worm and bind all the dischargers together.
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