after the fall

[crookedleaf]

God Bless

[crookedleaf]

a state of emergency will soon be declared in California, I'm sure. we are experiencing an extreme downpour and, in my semi-professional opinion, are on the verge of a flood. there may be no hope for our survival here in California. if you don't hear from me soon, please know that I love (most of) you all. please send help. #sos (at Irvine, California)

[crookedleaf]

happy birthday, Hailey.

[weirdnessisgood]

[crookedleaf]

goodnight sweet prince #rip #restinpeace #wescraven

[crookedleaf]

[crookedleaf]

hope you're having a nice day :) God bless

uh... what?

[crookedleaf]

eleven-thirty p.m.

For a greater economy shall follow US and it will be undone. And a greater autonomy shall follow US and it too will be undone. And a greater feeling shall follow Love and it too we will blow to dust. For I am longings without trust.  The cycloidal haste freedom from Hailey forever wastes. Dust cares for only dust.

And time only for US. No more spooning here.  Foronceandforall anyandall. What I must accept.  Except I'm too presently too late.

[crookedleaf]

Dancing Bee Man AND Stephen Chiodo??? my night is complete.

[crookedleaf]

just short of six.

brick by brick.     transfixed and intermixed         with her             bag of tricks.                 what she can't forget                     she cold sweats away.

she plays russian roulette with     old cassettes bringing back         memories for kicks.             shits and giggles.                 licked away by                     twenty-something years time,                         and not a second too late.                             or too soon.

and it clicks in her head that     sickness comes in many forms.         adorn by some,             and conflict of others.                 sticks and stones,                     but now she gets                         the weakness shown.

it's nothing a bottle of bourbon     and a pack of cigarettes         won't fix.

[crookedleaf]

goodbye, California! (at John Wayne Airport, Orange County)

[crookedleaf]

enjoying what is, quite possibly, my last cigarette. #nosmoking #quitter #bestfriend #iwillmissyou (at Harbor at Mesa Verde Apartments)

[arcticscream]

[crookedleaf]

All God's children, they have to die.

[crookedleaf]

(s/i )am

just then as the (r/h)ope slips tightened grips, as it rips, splits the skin hands cut on what (wa/i)s anything but this the fusion of division or lack of, confusion the slack slipping, or d(id/o) we let go it's the unknown, the uncertainties not past or the last (s/fe)ign forcefully shown remorse blown out of proportion, or non-existent still fa(i/l)ling on distortion spoken tightened grips, eclipse what's left the meaning obscured so (s)he let go the demur, allure, sure of the unsure (s/i )am lost to (you/he)r (pre/im)mature metaphors, (over)invested too soon

[humanhazel]

[crookedleaf]

This was the last picture I took shortly after sunrise in early 2010 when I went to Salton Sea. I'm not religious by any means, but Saskatoon Mountain was a beautiful marvel in every aspect. When @ecila33 first told me about Leonard and her experiences with him, I wasn't sure what I would think when I met him. But after going to Salton Sea and camping out in Slab City, I got to meet some of the most amazing people. Leonard was one of them -- one of the nicest, most kind hearted people I've ever come across. He started building this mountain almost 30 years ago by hand with adobe clay, straw, and paint, and it was his absolute pride. The stories he'd tell about how he'd build it were priceless, especially how he'd made the flowers. He lived on the back of his truck throughout his residency in the Slabs. Today bright the loss of an amazing individual -- Leonard Knight. I wish I'd had the chance to meet him and talk to him more times than I had, but the opportunity is now gone. Rest in peace, Leonard... the world truly lost one of it's greatest creations. #restinpeace #leonardknight #slabcity #salvationmountain #niland #therange