Aiming for a creative life

I Am Santo

Posts By: Jason Santo

Well don’t they dip and dive, these benevolent souls craving rich desire? Sinking, undulating, blending sex and soul as if smoke in airless rooms, tendrils of need wrapping into each other as ribbons on gorgeous gifts. They thrust and kiss, succumbing and urging, each an overlapping double exposure on a single canvas, flooding channels with […]

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Disorder

Shot with a Canon t2i using a 50mm, f1.4 lensUnfocused sun trapped in protective grids, flares notwithstanding; disregarding. Fears blast through convex stumbling, dropped words and failings inevitable. Illuminated in the order of things is a pinch of imperfection, the delight of entropy and an embrace held too long. Passionate clutches carry bodies higher than […]

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Unfocused sun trapped in protective grids, flares notwithstanding; disregarding. Fears blast through convex stumbling, dropped words and failings inevitable. Illuminated in the order of things is a pinch of imperfection, the delight of entropy and an embrace held too long. Passionate clutches carry bodies higher than these trapped heavens, but blood inevitably slows, heat leaving […]

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#irispad #day3 #sept3 #ripple #cat #stripes #feline #closeup #cropincamera #tabby #handsome #almostcaughtup #igfeedjack

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#irispad #day2 #sept2 #growth #weeds #traffic #baneofmyexistance #aggravation #nature #bokeh #breaklights

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#irispad #day1 #sept1 #tiny #bubbles #lacing #beer #head #foam #yum (at Barley Pub)

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My son, the director. #takesafterhisdad #proud #love #sweet #director #funny #cute #adorable #bath #son #boy #toddler (at Casa de Santo)

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frigxd: Trollsteinen Ridge

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Red petals extend into night, air illuminated by industry. Steady hands failing to inherit the beauty of such nature honestly, though so tiny in comparison to the solid reach into cloud mist, angled precision slight with human success. Appreciated beauty at the answer of each inquiry, petals spread, flora inviting. Sinking reflection awards little, robbing […]

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The End

Release inhibitionsand flowwith inebriated thoughtthrough tough passages. Freed from the spiral of locks and closed doorseach blank page thrust ahead,any suggested ingredient traps inkbetween two fingers,opening doorsjoining disparate worldsand allowing voices an echo into resonanceline after line,composition from entropy. It’s the order of failing chaos framing each success,regardless of the place, time or catalyst,its dream […]

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