An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
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An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.

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An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
no more shall the sound of weeping be heard in it, or the cry of distress. No more shall there be in it an infant that lives but a few days, or an old person who does not live out a lifetime; for one who dies at a hundred years will be considered a youth, and one who falls short of a hundred will be considered accursed. They shall build houses and inhabit them; they shall plant vineyards and eat their fruit.
Adult coloring book
Artist in candlelit studio
A late night café
Trees are always trying to reach the sky; arms stretched out toward heaven ‘til their leaves turn brown and die. Then will come the winter, when they stand the icy wind. waiting for the sun to shine and spring to come again. The drama’s reinacted every year: Leaves come down like clouds of doubt and fear. While on the ground, the winter passes by, every tree keeps reaching to the sky.
Trees are always trying to reach the sky; arms stretched out toward heaven ‘til their leaves turn brown and die. Then will come the winter, when they stand the icy wind. waiting for the sun to shine and spring to come again. The drama’s reinacted every year: Leaves come down like clouds of doubt and fear. While on the ground, the winter passes by, every tree keeps reaching to the sky.
bicyle resting against a wall
The explorers. Explorers explore a wonderful two faced world one world is morning at beautiful and night at very dangerous zombies and skeleton goblin creatures etc. Another world is hell. No day night cycle. Many Monsters in live it. Heros explore this two faced world
A snow owl in flight
Cetus in the starry night sky.
He setteth an end to darkness, and searcheth out all perfection: the stones of darkness, and the shadow of death. From Job 28:3
He setteth an end to darkness, and searcheth out all perfection: the stones of darkness, and the shadow of death. From Job 28:3
He (God) setteth an end to darkness, and searcheth out all perfection: the stones of darkness, and the shadow of death. From Job 28:3 using a Spiritual figure as a dove to represent the one searching.
He (God) setteth an end to darkness, and searcheth out all perfection: the stones of darkness, and the shadow of death. From Job 28:3 using a Spiritual figure as a dove to represent the one searching. There are many glowing stones in the darkness and a door representing the shadows of death.
He (God) setteth an end to darkness, and searcheth out all perfection: the stones of darkness, and the shadow of death. From Job 28:3 using a Spiritual figure as a dove to represent the one searching. There are many glowing stones in the darkness and a door representing the shadows of death.
Cetus in the starry night sky.
Cetus in the starry night sky.
A night-time wide shot of a 33ft Sunset Creek bumper-pull travel trailer parked at a Texas campsite. Next to it, a white 2002 Dodge Ram 2500 pickup truck is parked in the gravel drive. Both the trailer and the truck are draped in an extreme, "off the charts" amount of glowing multi-colored Christmas lights. In the background, tall long-needle pine trees are also drapped in twinkling lights. A wooden picnic table and a small Starlink Mini dish are visible on the campsite ground. Clear night sky, warm southern atmosphere, no snow, ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, 8k resolution.
I sat, long ago, on an Asian hill with a Shakya Mundi friend, and watched the autumn leaves fall down from high above, giants in the forest casting off their wakefulness, falling progressively into winter’s long, white sleep. “The important thing to know about trees” he said, “is that they are most beautiful in autumn; just before the winter snow. They live and grow through the entire year just for these brief moments of stunning beauty. We are like that.” He said, “but we have only one autumn, and a very long winter.”
He (God) setteth an end to darkness, and searcheth out all perfection: the stones of darkness, and the shadow of death. From Job 28:3
bicyle resting against a wall
animal standing in natural pose
The monster (Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost above behemoth shoulders. Snake-like clouds adorning her, I crane my neck, Gaze fixed past the big white house toward uplifted boulders. And at the South, like his namesake martyr, Hyacinth (Mt. San Jacinto) has lost his head in cloud. Burned bones against a blue backdrop he wears that legacy proud. Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth: Accentuate Sonora’s west extremes, and last night’s moon forgot to go away.
A night-time wide shot of a 33ft Sunset Creek bumper-pull travel trailer parked at a Texas campsite. Next to it, a white 2002 Dodge Ram 2500 pickup truck is parked in the gravel drive. Both the trailer and the truck are draped in an extreme, "off the charts" amount of glowing multi-colored Christmas lights. In the background, tall long-needle pine trees are also wrapped in twinkling lights. A wooden picnic table and a small Starlink Mini dish are visible on the campsite ground. Clear night sky, warm southern atmosphere, no snow, ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, 8k resolution.
A night-time wide shot of a 33ft Sunset Creek bumper-pull travel trailer parked at a Texas campsite. Next to it, a white 2002 Dodge Ram 2500 pickup truck is parked in the gravel drive. Both the trailer and the truck are draped in an extreme, "off the charts" amount of glowing multi-colored Christmas lights. In the background, tall long-needle pine trees are also wrapped in twinkling lights. A wooden picnic table and a small Starlink Mini dish are visible on the campsite ground. Clear night sky, warm southern atmosphere, no snow, ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, 8k resolution.
bicyle resting against a wall
A triptych oil painting, presented as three heavily framed, connected panels in the dramatic, tenebrism style of Baroque masters like Caravaggio. The overall atmosphere is one of supernatural, oppressive darkness and violent chaos. The Left Panel shows the penitent thief on his cross, body twisted in pain but his face turned toward the center panel with a look of sorrowful acceptance. A faint, supernatural light illuminates his face against a nearly black sky. Below him, rocks are splitting. The Center Panel is dominated by Jesus on the cross, head bowed in finality. The sky is a swirling vortex of eclipse darkness, blotting out the sun. The ground beneath the cross is violently cracking open, emitting dust and smoke, with debris caught in mid-air from the earthquake shockwave. The Right Panel shows the impenitent thief, writhing and screaming against his bonds, his face contorted in rage looking away from the center. He is almost swallowed by the shadows. The cross appears unstable as the cliffside crumbles beneath it. The entire triptych has a rich, dark color palette of deep browns, blacks, and muted crimson, textured with visible, frantic brushstrokes.
And this is the Father's will which hath sent me, that of all which he hath given me I should lose nothing, but should raise it up again at the last day. (John 6:39 KJV) Focus on graves opened and joyous youthful looking people coming forth.
bicyle resting against a wall
A triptych oil painting, presented as three heavily framed, connected panels in the dramatic, tenebrism style of Baroque masters like Caravaggio. The overall atmosphere is one of supernatural, oppressive darkness and violent chaos. The Left Panel shows the penitent thief on his cross, body twisted in pain but his face turned toward the center panel with a look of sorrowful acceptance. A faint, supernatural light illuminates his face against a nearly black sky. Below him, rocks are splitting. The Center Panel is dominated by Jesus on the cross, head bowed in finality. The sky is a swirling vortex of eclipse darkness, blotting out the sun. The ground beneath the cross is violently cracking open, emitting dust and smoke, with debris caught in mid-air from the earthquake shockwave. The Right Panel shows the impenitent thief, writhing and screaming against his bonds, his face contorted in rage looking away from the center. He is almost swallowed by the shadows. The cross appears unstable as the cliffside crumbles beneath it. The entire triptych has a rich, dark color palette of deep browns, blacks, and muted crimson, textured with visible, frantic brushstrokes.
A night-time wide shot of a 33ft Sunset Creek bumper-pull travel trailer parked at a Texas campsite. Next to it, a white 2002 Dodge Ram 2500 pickup truck is parked in the gravel drive. Both the trailer and the truck are draped in an extreme, "off the charts" amount of glowing multi-colored Christmas lights. In the background, tall long-needle pine trees are also wrapped in twinkling lights. A wooden picnic table and a small Starlink Mini dish are visible on the campsite ground. Clear night sky, warm southern atmosphere, no snow, ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, 8k resolution.
A triptych oil painting, presented as three heavily framed, connected panels in the dramatic, tenebrism style of Baroque masters like Caravaggio. The overall atmosphere is one of supernatural, oppressive darkness and violent chaos. The Left Panel shows the penitent thief on his cross, body twisted in pain but his face turned toward the center panel with a look of sorrowful acceptance. A faint, supernatural light illuminates his face against a nearly black sky. Below him, rocks are splitting. The Center Panel is dominated by Jesus on the cross, head bowed in finality. The sky is a swirling vortex of eclipse darkness, blotting out the sun. The ground beneath the cross is violently cracking open, emitting dust and smoke, with debris caught in mid-air from the earthquake shockwave. The Right Panel shows the impenitent thief, writhing and screaming against his bonds, his face contorted in rage looking away from the center. He is almost swallowed by the shadows. The cross appears unstable as the cliffside crumbles beneath it. The entire triptych has a rich, dark color palette of deep browns, blacks, and muted crimson, textured with visible, frantic brushstrokes.
bicyle resting against a wall
I sat, long ago, on an Asian hill with a Shakya Mundi friend, and watched the autumn leaves fall down from high above, giants in the forest casting off their wakefulness, falling progressively into winter’s long, white sleep. “The important thing to know about trees” he said, “is that they are most beautiful in autumn; just before the winter snow. They live and grow through the entire year just for these brief moments of stunning beauty. We are like that.” He said, “but we have only one autumn, and a very long winter.”
bicyle resting against a wall
serene landscape with mountains and water
The sound of Om/Aum
Cinematic Nature Photography, Golden Hour Backlighting, Macro Details. A breathtaking, wide-angle landscape photograph of a sprawling, lush field completely carpeted in thick clover captured at the precise moment of sunrise. The Light: The sun is just cresting the horizon directly ahead, casting intensely warm, golden rays of light that backlight the scene. Every individual clover leaf and flower head is rim-lit, making them appear Almost translucent and glowing against the light. Long, dramatic shadows stretch toward the viewer. The Atmosphere & Texture: Heavy morning dew clings to every surface, creating thousands of tiny, sparkling droplets that catch the rising sun like jewels. Soft, low-lying ground mist weaves through the distant parts of the field and along an old wooden fenceline in the background, softening the horizon. The Composition: The focus is razor-sharp in the immediate foreground, showing the intricate textures of the wet leaves and petals, while the background dissolves into a warm, hazy, golden glow. The air feels cool and fresh.
Cinematic Nature Photography, Golden Hour Backlighting, Macro Details. A breathtaking, wide-angle landscape photograph of a sprawling, lush field completely carpeted in thick clover captured at the precise moment of sunrise. The Light: The sun is just cresting the horizon directly ahead, casting intensely warm, golden rays of light that backlight the scene. Every individual clover leaf and flower head is rim-lit, making them appear Almost translucent and glowing against the light. Long, dramatic shadows stretch toward the viewer. The Atmosphere & Texture: Heavy morning dew clings to every surface, creating thousands of tiny, sparkling droplets that catch the rising sun like jewels. Soft, low-lying ground mist weaves through the distant parts of the field and along an old wooden fenceline in the background, softening the horizon. The Composition: The focus is razor-sharp in the immediate foreground, showing the intricate textures of the wet leaves and petals, while the background dissolves into a warm, hazy, golden glow. The air feels cool and fresh.