Douglas R Witt:
A Teenager, A Chainsaw and a Gasoline Can... Nothing can go wrong. It's just a Yellowknife afternoon
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Monkeys Number Three
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cali
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Slipping in to the Hall of mirrors
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In between what I am becoming.
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in my sleep
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Winter (O_o)!
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The Snow has fallen, all is silent and mute
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Bird Food
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(Stare at the yellow dots until you see seven of them) "Fragments of a Repeated Thought"
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Cloud man (Stare at the black dots until you go cross eyed and the true photo will come though.)
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THE CLOWNS! (Stare at the red dots until you go cross eyed.) or crazy ?
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Wondering Soul
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Cracked Fingers
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The Archives
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Whispers