Posts tagged personal photos
Sunset Gunshots
Drive-In. Sunday night in Twentynine Palms.
Arcade. No claw machines.
Ultra flash red at The Roost. Los Angeles.
I love hotels.
Because I’m on an airplane right now & if not for sedatives, I wouldn’t be sitting here. But horses and Tiny Tim make me happy. I wish I could ride a horse home.
Old house. Wrecked bedroom. The colors were once cheery.
Never got braces.
Desolation Boulevard.
Self portrait, painting with pixels.
Hollywood Biltmore Hotel.
My bipolar Datsun Z mainlining her meds at the mechanic. ECT is next.
Old abandoned house at dusk.
In my Torino. Hollywood.
Smile, Strong, Seroquel. Hair and make-up and hurry up.
Jeans.
