Photos of Leons Petrazickis

oldright

Mon, 11 Sep 2006 22:18 -0500

The crypt beckons, glowing dully.

wrightket

Mon, 11 Sep 2006 22:15 -0500

The stones stand, coupled.

heartBlack

Mon, 11 Sep 2006 22:12 -0500

The obelisk rests on safe gravity.

grapes

Mon, 11 Sep 2006 22:09 -0500

The grape vines weave in the backyard. The leaves develop and envelop.

Orange Makes It Art

Wed, 05 Jul 2006 21:48 -0500

The orange makes it art.

cthulhu Chess VII

Tue, 13 Jun 2006 14:22 -0500

Ia ia Cthulhu fhtagn Fhtagn wgah'nagl R'lyeh Darkenal descendare Qualeh teraryeh

cthulhu Chess II

Tue, 13 Jun 2006 13:25 -0500

Ia ia Cthulhu fhtagn Fhtagn wgah'nagl R'lyeh Serpiente ensnaren Wrappez tentaklyeh

meadowPop

Tue, 13 Jun 2006 11:44 -0500

The discarded vessel vegetates. It lies in harmony. The flowers bloom about it. Asynchronously, yet mellowly. I look upon the photosynthesis. I walk by.

candela

Tue, 13 Jun 2006 11:36 -0500

The candle never wavers, or perhaps it always does. The redness stays, but the hot air rises. And one soars upon it. It goes higher and and higher still more elevated. The altitude increases. The warmth is faint but extant.

theGangOfFour

Mon, 03 Apr 2006 22:56 -0500

They call it the Big Zamboni. The Grand Lure. The Smackaroo of Smacka. It is the one uncrackable case they give rookies. The one we earn our stripes on. Or the one that gets us into concrete shoes. The shoes of certainty. And it looked like I had taken the latter option. I had hard evidence of Forkhead selling bus stops to cars. And Forkhead had me. The hard me. And so did Forkhead's three thugs. Goons. Muscle. As they say in Montreal, les principes effectifs. And I was playing the part of l 'idÃ©e actuelle in this grande opry.