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Hidden Inside Me
There's a fleeting feeling In this place I appear There's a mounting heartache Chased by all the...
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Uploaded on Sep 19, 2009
Thermal Emission Spectrometer ®
a day without substance or change of thought the atmosphere rots with time colors that flicker in water give us a short term effect © justin haynes.
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Uploaded on Sep 5, 2009
Zooey Glass
There isn't anyone anywhere that isn't Seymour's Fat Lady.
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Uploaded on Aug 4, 2009
There are some children who arent children at all, theyre just pillars of flame that burn everything they touch. And there are some children who are pillars of ash, that fall apart when you touch them. My father and I, we were children of flame and ash.
How do we forgive our fathers? Maybe in a dream. Do we forgive our fathers for leaving us too often,...
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Uploaded on Jul 25, 2009
She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist.
I tell you in truth: we are all Prophets or else God does not exist. © justin haynes.
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Uploaded on Jul 12, 2009
(Discarded Stock Glamour Shot No. 063)
Glamour: n. An exciting and often illusory and romantic attractiveness; especially alluring or...
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Uploaded on Jun 17, 2009
The Weight of a Texas Anodyne
hunted down someone said, no story, no gain wipe the clock right now I despise what you crave ain't...
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Uploaded on May 29, 2009
And your deepest sorrows, no one will ever know. © justin haynes.
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Uploaded on May 26, 2009
Sometimes I Forget Completely
The Anything Box
Unless a wish falls to the earth and dies, it remains alone. But if it dies, it bears much fruit. © justin haynes.
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Uploaded on May 22, 2009
When light shines in the darkness, but not forever. Burning out against my will.
My neglected Light 420 Sherman - Olympia, Washington. 7:57 pm.
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Uploaded on May 21, 2009
After all, perhaps the greatest of Art lies in the perpetual tension between beauty and pain and the madness of creation, unbearable solitude and the exhausting crowd of two people and only one fish taco.
(Blond on Blond Self Portrait) Anguish in secondary hues. © justin haynes.
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Uploaded on May 18, 2009
Angelhead (not like my brother)
My brother saw the face of God. You never recover from a trauma like that. He was sixteen, shouting...
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Uploaded on May 15, 2009
The Clouds of Unknowing
Missile Command
ピンクの海に夢を
There once was a girl who dreamed in color and thought in black and white a thousand pictures...
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Uploaded on Mar 15, 2009
The Rising Sun (Part 3)
And on that day when the eternal sun rises - we will be as genuine, yet regarded as impostors, we...
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Uploaded on Mar 13, 2009
