Kill Your Guru (Page 2)

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Hey, Sojourner!

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Hey, Sojourner!

stories of astonishing miracles and heroics, exploit, escapade, deed, feat, trial, experience, incident, occurrence, event, happening, episode, affair, stunt, caper, romp, antic, quest, crusade, campaign, venture

Vintage photo of three young boys from an earlier century defiantly looking at the viewer, while smoking up a storm.

Forgiveness is Not a Requirement for Healing

Lies they still tell me…

Grainy, high contrast, black and white photo of a lily behind a chain link fence.

or was it daisies?

Abstract image of what might be an orange and yellow flower against a blue sky. The mood is ethereal.

wail mary

from the sacrilege series

Abstract black and white photo of a textured concrete wall.

i am afraid

to be alone with myself

Photo of an ocean scene that has been extremely colorized to the point of looking surreal. The effect is chaotic and noisy.

PUMIQUXT

FUCK ART MAKE NOISE

Black and white photo of an ancient statue reaching towards the viewer with a partial arm. The feeling is of mysterious yearning.

paranoia will destory ya [sic]

paranoia is terrifying, petrifying, but also seductive. it's an attempt to make sense of a world in which almost everything is illusory

Some of My Art (and a poem)

Some of My Art (and a poem)

I make photos and other visual art. Mostly digital. Some analog. Some both.

Black and white photo of a labyrinth that looks like an owl.

The Clearing

He steps off the path and into the trees, carefully stepping around briars and broken branches. He continues until he finds a small clearing. He looks back to be sure it’s far enough from the trail to be safe – to be unseen.

Vintage photo of a guy in a yellow turtleneck and wild hair, with arms outstretched over his head. Behind him is a giant wickerman. The mood is frenzied magic.

And So It Is, And So Am I

The high priestess is the Gateway, she offers you the key to your subconscious, your dreams, your intuition. Listen to your subconscious, the wisdom you have deep within. You need to blend your intellect with your intuition as you embark on the spiritual journey.

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I'll be posting some of my art here...

And the Refused

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And the Refused

How to cook and eat a monkey.

In Which a Neighborhood Witch Comes to My Aide

In Which a Neighborhood Witch Comes to My Aide

another little piece of the story... (this is an addendum to this) i had intended to bring a tarot deck to use in my personal part of this weekend's ritual, but i absent-mindedly left it home last night, while pondering what i'm going to say/do

Partial ruins at The Temple of Asklepios, in Greece. The colors have been altered so as to make it appear psychedelic.

Pagan Influences on the Psyche of People Living With CPTSD, or Blowing My Own Mind, in Which I'm the Hero

we may have been victimized while young and powerless, but we are today survivors who carry within us the seeds of power and liberation from the pain of suffering

A colorfully pixellated and glitchy abstract image of oranges, red, blues, and greens.Visual chaos.

Harsh Times

FUCK ART MAKE NOISE

Abstract colorful image that shows a roofline and some telephone poles. It's meant to be psychedelic whimsy.

Art

I make photos and other visual art. Mostly digital. Some analog. Some both.

Grainy and poorly focused vintage photo of a large rock in the ocean, just offshore. There may be a sea gull perched on the rock, but it's hard to make out.

The Lost Boy

He was never really lost.

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Fuck Faith

Everything is a lie.

Copy Pasta Everywhere

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Copy Pasta Everywhere

Vance visits 88 year old Pope, who dies is not coincidence, copy pasta everywhere, avoid the computer, chip implant, Shift-CMD-K erases formula.

Pumiquat

he never spoke to me again. without explanation, i knew how to say the word. pumiquat. it's not what you think. nor what you expect. it's a secret. i've only told you the part that you're allowed to know

Kitchen Memories

Kitchen Memories

i'm not always sure if a story in the archive is a memory or a dream

Who Am I This Time?

Who Am I This Time?

One of the key symptoms of paranoia is the belief that one is the literal center of the universe. What I mean by that is that the entire world, as far as human perception allows, exists solely for the purpose of tormenting, and ultimately, murdering me.

By the Skin of We Teeth

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By the Skin of We Teeth

Sure throw it away, gross, imagine a drawer full of used molds? Crown gets it. Can we make mold? No we don’t do that, learn to use we tongue. Seriously.

Blurry and grainy photo of a lone, tall palm tree towering over a tomb and several gravestones with crosses. The image is spooky and mysterious.

Buried Alive

Could those human bones we dug up that time have been cursed? Could I have been cursed? Could we have been cursed? We put them back, but maybe that didn’t help. I did everything I could to avoid digging up the bones of my assault.

Black and white photo of two concrete feet atop a gravestone. The body that once stood there is missing.

Ariadne, Amazed

i was touched by you i was torched by you you put your boot on my face