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I have been using this Clandestine location for sometime to display various artist work.Some sculpture,prints,and even graphitti as I get more photos available I will post them or a link to the artist who displayed them.The location is blocked by grateing and a risk is involved with getting inside the torn fence has been mended and one must shuffle on a ledge to enter.At one time it Limbo had 4 rooms ,beds and book selves but a fire gutted it.Since then others have tried to occupy it and ODs got the place sealed up.Even if they seal it again I can always get in.



It is my home away from home.Limbo with a view of Purgatory.

There are a few cards I need to close sets.So blow the dust off the Deck and lets trade or deal.

The best chance I every gave a person to see me!As I am…the way I became ! My Pops.



Giving up the fact that he left me.Letting go of the fact that he Took someone I hardly got to know away from me.



We had a moment …back in the carnival.We raised "hell"together.



Wondered into dark areas together.



But the Bonding never happened.See that is why I left myself venerable,that hope that he would see.see that I only wanted to hear "Son you can do anything." I even got to the point where I would have ate stale compliments or criticism like scrapes off a table(not for my validation) just so I knew I had his attention…as a son for a moment.So perhaps he will try to get a hold of me on his death bed.Perhaps I will be waiting.

Explosive regret hit me ten minutes after i grabbed her too good to be true hand.



If for once I listened to the gut.Just that one time.



I wouldn't be here this at this I-told-you-so-session.



What was the signal I missed?Those references to her ex's.

had I felt what she said,caught her one sided perspective.



He was ...and he was...etc. etc. never the "Perhaps I..."



No I had to go with the flirt to disaster invite. To be the next

lead to enjoy her until her spell wore off ...then I am to become

the next bad guy that she talks about to be the confused-in-need-of-consoling girl.



I am now a page in her theatric program.One that ditched out on the dramatic exchange option,perhaps she noticed my lack of reply to her instigating comments,I sure hope she did...I closed the curtain on her act and changed the marquee.



Her supporting cast have moved on as well this time a few remain perseptive and unchanged in their opinions of her.So why do i feel like I want to reach her and pull her back...

Simple she is great at what she is.

I have convinced the world I am sane,My self I know better,I never leave myself alone. If I laugh in the middle of a sad story ,or cry at a funny joke,I make no excuse.I'm comfortable without luxury.Aggressive without anger, and impulsive but committed.

I am a intuitive individual I sometime find links to urgent matters in a persons hesitation what people don't tell me speaks volumes to me .I spend weeks in seclusion so if you are hoping for a regular schedule That's not me.I come back to a conversation with the same interest every time I advocate the Lunatic in us all I would like to hear from yours.



A ghost of a memory.Haunting ethereal corridors.my medium is shadow my canvas cold hard concrete. Neither angle or demon,neither chaos nor order

surreal awake ,asleep ethereal.



When ask what I want I settle for what I need and nothing more.

Out Side the Box, a Predator of Predators out to meet the Mistress Misfortune

That I may advance.steal this apparition from the umbra.



What torpor holds me is weak and ready to tear.



Are you an Escape Artist stealing away what is yours by right.

I stay behind and in death I seek a phantom host.That I may reunite the inspired with the seekers.



Stir the soil upon my grave and find the warmth I know eternal.



Should the wall be read,Time is for the living ,my clock is without hands.

chimes call me and static scatters me.when you breath between your thoughts i listen still/unmoving for your true words.

A pleasant Joke will raise the wind around you I favor such vulgar prose

Trite is a bore unless sarcastic.



piss on politics,and religion.Spirit true or gray makes a soul that is interesting. As the Planets turn history is a page to be turned.





Those you have hurt or betrayed will have the last laugh

and I know why.



I speak sometimes in acrostics .



I enjoy the company of Factotum Artist,and poetic words stay with me (sometimes this is a fault) .



If transparency brings clarity,then watch me disappear...

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priscillak
14:17 Jan 15 2008

nicely written my friend

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Snicker Doodle.

Got to thinking about the New Year...Nothing to party about nothing to cry about.





Last year laughed at me.Took me all the way with nothing standing out.

Except for the fact that I went another year without TV(well I do watch the Discovery Channel.The most inspiring person I read about this year was just in todays paper.One thing i like is the good newspapers do their "best"of stories.The story was about a mentally disabled man that is a writer phenome he just put a dictionary of his own languege out.and is writing a sequel to his first book and working to make a documentary.

Great I forgot his name.I will pass it to you as soon as I am able.

I have focused a lot more on family this year and they are catching up with me they are just getting all the info on my nervous breakdown and medical crisis.I get wired to a machine this or next month to test for seizuires the doctor is interested to find out how I got along having them (I don't drive that helps)So maybe I need to see it as the last year laughed with me....?Yea thats it.



I hope everything works to make your next year unique

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Sinora
19:49 Feb 05 2008

A mind with a kind heart, need never fear looking back.

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