There is a pervasive state of decay to this city.  The relentless heat and moisture tear everything from structures to streets slowly apart.  There is a charm in that though.  Life goes on, sometimes ending, but always rising in another form.

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Inside The Yellow Box
Inside The Yellow Box

 We’re a Kodak family.  That’s not such a strange thing being where I am...

Umbrellas
Umbrellas

  I left the house that morning to walk to the gym, but what's been happening...

From the $1 Menu
From the $1 Menu

I didn't have any particular direction or topic, but an egg mcmuffin popped into my head. I...

Condi-sensation
Condi-sensation

Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world She took the midnight train goin'...