Kevin Kemmerer:
Something's fishy
Kevin Kemmerer:
The star of my go
Kevin Kemmerer:
Finger bowl
Kevin Kemmerer:
It's like this and like that
Kevin Kemmerer:
Tell me please
Kevin Kemmerer:
The lone brave voice called from afar
Kevin Kemmerer:
And we'll know, exactly who they are.
Kevin Kemmerer:
Greyscale towers
Kevin Kemmerer:
It's the meats that matter.
Kevin Kemmerer:
Shut it down; it would be better.
Kevin Kemmerer:
That's why they call it the past
Kevin Kemmerer:
I shall be released
Kevin Kemmerer:
the objective is clear
Kevin Kemmerer:
Put your hat in
Kevin Kemmerer:
matters of size
Kevin Kemmerer:
Before the luck ran out.
Kevin Kemmerer:
sleepless
Kevin Kemmerer:
There's a fantasy among the lonely that never dies
Kevin Kemmerer:
Before the wheels came off
Kevin Kemmerer:
The renunciation of the literary canon is strictly congruent with the assertion of an anthropocentric history.
Kevin Kemmerer:
fisheye poladroid
Kevin Kemmerer:
The sun rise, the drive, the fisheye, the morning
Kevin Kemmerer:
But I did what I did
Kevin Kemmerer:
Courtroom in the Capitol
Kevin Kemmerer:
Colonial Williamsburg Jail
Kevin Kemmerer:
Colonial Williamsburg Jail another view
Kevin Kemmerer:
Colonial Williamsburg at night
Kevin Kemmerer:
Ghost Stories
Kevin Kemmerer:
Makes no difference who or where you are
Kevin Kemmerer:
Reality is merely a singularity of duality
