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Dirk-isms (Dirk McKeenan)Stories for images out of place...: July 2013
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Stories for images out of place. I've asked friends to send me pictures that don't have a story, but seem to want one. Some speak to me more clearly than others. But, every picture has something to say. Speak to me now. If only you could. As I wait . And look in your eyes. If you knew where I have been. Still as I am. Do you know that I live? For you, I am here, still, quiet,. Your perch, your safe harbor. What I have done matters not to this moment. Would you forgive me if you knew? Are you part of us?
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Dirk-isms (Dirk McKeenan)Stories for images out of place...: March 2013
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Stories for images out of place. I've asked friends to send me pictures that don't have a story, but seem to want one. Some speak to me more clearly than others. But, every picture has something to say. I am what I have become. A product of where I've been. Those I've known have touched me. I've been moved and shaped by what I've seen. The order was important,. Though maybe not designed,. It brought me to where I am. In front of you. Your world throws you. From one place to the next. Or just the same way.
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Dirk-isms (Dirk McKeenan)Stories for images out of place...: distance
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Stories for images out of place. I've asked friends to send me pictures that don't have a story, but seem to want one. Some speak to me more clearly than others. But, every picture has something to say. There, in the distance. You are waiting for me. Reminding me that you are there. That I'll have to travel. I'll have to transcend. Has come to define me. Come to confine me. 2014-07-27 image credit: NeedleNerd. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Rusty Crocodiles - the Art of Scott Rolfe. Ever since I was...
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Dirk-isms (Dirk McKeenan)Stories for images out of place...: Sweet Child of Mind
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Stories for images out of place. I've asked friends to send me pictures that don't have a story, but seem to want one. Some speak to me more clearly than others. But, every picture has something to say. Sweet Child of Mind. Somewhere, I remember. Somewhere, I feel. I think of you,. And how you grew. I kissed away the tears. I hugged away the fears. I showed you the way. When the road ahead was uncertain. Although it was a guess. Somewhere, I believe. I think of your first steps. I dream of your successes.
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Dirk-isms (Dirk McKeenan)Stories for images out of place...: August 2011
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Stories for images out of place. I've asked friends to send me pictures that don't have a story, but seem to want one. Some speak to me more clearly than others. But, every picture has something to say. 50 % off sale on 4 wonderful items - for a great cause. Please read on - this sale lasts only until TOMORROW - WEDNESDAY 3rd at 11 PM Second Life Time. Once in a while a more personal benefit is required. ALL the pennies will go to Beth! This sale will last for 24 hours starting now! Faces in the Furniture.
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Dirk-isms (Dirk McKeenan)Stories for images out of place...: Gone
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Stories for images out of place. I've asked friends to send me pictures that don't have a story, but seem to want one. Some speak to me more clearly than others. But, every picture has something to say. Only dreams in which you follow. Just in thoughts, your lies persist. In my past, which still feels hollow. O're my shoulder yet you stay. Plague me still, the words, the slander. Forgotten lines, but still, the gist. Til my mind can safely wander. Til your shadow's gone away. Shadows gone and let me be.
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Dirk-isms (Dirk McKeenan)Stories for images out of place...: At what cost?
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Stories for images out of place. I've asked friends to send me pictures that don't have a story, but seem to want one. Some speak to me more clearly than others. But, every picture has something to say. When once my soul was housed in flesh. My eyes could weep. A memory came to me, fresh. Of when "smell" was a sensation. And not merely a concept. I see it, I understand it, I perceive it. But I know that I am missing. What am I now? Where have "I" gone? I live on, but what cost? I know but I didn't learn.
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Dirk-isms (Dirk McKeenan)Stories for images out of place...: March 2014
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Stories for images out of place. I've asked friends to send me pictures that don't have a story, but seem to want one. Some speak to me more clearly than others. But, every picture has something to say. Once upon a midnight dreary while I pondered, weak and weary,. Over many a quaint and curious posting of quite random word,. While I nodded, eyeballs rolling, suddenly there came a trolling,. As of some one quietly polling, polling for some thoughts unheard. Only this, so, not absurd.". Catching up so tha...
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Dirk-isms (Dirk McKeenan)Stories for images out of place...: July 2011
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Stories for images out of place. I've asked friends to send me pictures that don't have a story, but seem to want one. Some speak to me more clearly than others. But, every picture has something to say. I did her wrong. She tells me oft' I've done her wrong. Maintains this widely spoken. And hear this: I believed her song. And felt myself: betrayer. But, in my sleep I cracked the chains. And from that cell, I've broken. And though the sting of word remains. I breach each painful layer. I did her wrong.
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