Still life Burials and Polaroid Plots



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Coming undone. Coming Undone. All in the words. All in the sentence sword.  I live for the day, the day, they say, she’s come undone. A, not well thought out, black and white. An out of focus portrait. Polaroids in a dark room…aiming for more. Picturing flourishing light. A New Hampshire picture, not perfect, postcard, running into a impressionistic watered down mess. Snapshots of handing the brain washing out on the line. She’s come undone, suits me fine. We all wear the same sepia sized days. We just wear it in different tones, different ways. We go to by way of innovative burial, to gather stones. Never disregard…we are never alone.




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