photographer of the ocean sea.

a party of old bottles at the auction house. somebody's demons from their past life.

That green BOTTLE has a PEN NOISE reflection from somewhere (from meaningful?) or so it seems.
Deluded 12-steppers see
jesus: scorched, while chewing their cracked, white potato chips.
I recognize noir flicks
in that bile-green empty.

curious little painting of mine.

I forgot to post this separately before, so here it is now.

a/c, 12"w.