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"whispers of the mannequin muse"

The silent sentinel

In a dim lite corner of forgotten, dreams,

A mannequin head still as moonbeams,

With painted eyes reflecting, untold tales, 

Stands sentinel where the mundane pails.

Her lips, painted whispers of crimson desire,

Breathe life into shadows, igniting a fire.

Chapter 1: The Frst Encounter

The neon lights of Chicago's nightlife flickered through the grimy window of the rundown bar, casting Erie shadows on the worn out faces of the patrons. Honey, a 23-year-old woman with a reputation that proceeded her, sat at the bar.

Chapter 1: it was October and the night was raining. He opened his quantum computer by speaking." take me home." and was immediately surrounded by his office. Then he did an about face and walked into a dining room, turned left and entered the kitchen where he put his sacks of grocery down on the counter.

At Lion Country Safari in Stockbridge Georgia outside of Atlanta when the funniest day of his life occurred, July 3, 1975.  Working as a special projects man he built usual works of Art, like a 3 passenger Elephant Saddle, an 18 foot aesthetically pleasing giraffe feeder, a 10 foot Pine Barrel used as broom closet.

Each glimmer whispers, sweet deceit,

A promise wrapped in crystal heat.

Yet fingers grasp the empty night,

For dreams, like phantoms, fade from sight.

And so we walk on paths unseen,

with hearts that yearn for what has been.

Each moment lingers, sweet yet cruel,

a dance with shadows,. fate's own rule.

Step into a world of surrealism and imagination with my visionary art that explores consciousness, spirituality, and the infinite possibilities of the universe.

Call of the Horizon

In the hush of dawn, the world unfurls,

A tapestry woven with dreams and pearls.

Each glimmer, a whisper, a beckoning plea,

Inviting the heart t