Earlier tonight, I thought I saw silent fireworks.
But it was just the trees rustling against the light of someone's bedroom window
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
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Portland. My memories and experiences thrown into a blender and poured forth into a kaleidoscopic of spinning colors. Each hue a gateway into the city where birds bathe in coffee birdbaths, alternative is true beauty, and PBR is the champagne of Gods. This blog is my gallery. Each exhibit offering stories of performance art, poetry, queer politics, travel, tattoo's, childhood, and all around Portland Pride in a representational display of togetherness.
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