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User Image xris10 Posted: Sep 5, 2017 7:04 PM (UTC)
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Hidden In Plain Sight
User Image xris10 Posted: Aug 27, 2017 11:02 PM (UTC)
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Acoustic Vibes at the Market
User Image xris10 Posted: Jun 29, 2017 7:59 PM (UTC)
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The Spotlight is Yours
User Image xris10 Posted: May 25, 2017 1:28 AM (UTC)
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Save Me a Seat at the Counter
User Image xris10 Posted: May 9, 2017 7:11 AM (UTC)
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Will You Remember Me When I'm Gone?
User Image xris10 Posted: Apr 25, 2017 2:37 AM (UTC)
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Don't Believe The Hype
User Image xris10 Posted: Feb 26, 2017 6:11 PM (UTC)
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Don't Take a Seat

When one door closes, another one opens, right? There will be times in our lives where we will only see the closing of the door. Certain doors aren't accessible to us until the time is right. It's the sudden realization that the finality is real, and it settles into our bones like lead. We will see many of these doors close in our lives, and it never gets any easier. We can't pick the locks. The door can only be opened for the one it's meant for. They must turn the knob, and cross the threshold when the time comes. The latch snaps into the strike plate with a resounding click, leaving all they've ever known behind that door. We will see this as the end, but we can't remain by the door. We mustn't. For the one on the other side, this is merely the beginning.
User Image xris10 Posted: Feb 12, 2017 10:05 PM (UTC)
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Within the Reaches of Sunlight
User Image xris10 Posted: Feb 10, 2017 10:39 PM (UTC)
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Aerosol Fueled Brutal Honesty
User Image xris10 Posted: Feb 7, 2017 7:25 PM (UTC)
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User Image xris10 Posted: Feb 5, 2017 9:18 PM (UTC)
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Throw away your television
Take the noose off your ambition
Reinvent your intuition now
It's a repeat of a story told
It's a repeat and it's getting old

Renegades with fancy gauges
Slay the plague for it's contagious
Pull the plug and take the stages
Throw away your television now ~Red Hot Chili Peppers
User Image xris10 Posted: Jan 29, 2017 3:19 AM (UTC)
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Keep Out

The words are scrawled hastily on flimsy plywood doors held together with bungee ties. The words create a hollow threat to protect nothing but old mattresses and junk.
User Image xris10 Posted: Jan 27, 2017 7:04 AM (UTC)
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Towards Inevitability
User Image xris10 Posted: Jan 18, 2017 11:39 PM (UTC)
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Graffiti En Pointe
User Image xris10 Posted: Dec 13, 2016 5:33 AM (UTC)
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Microcosmic Mortality
User Image xris10 Posted: Dec 5, 2016 3:59 AM (UTC)
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The Roof

The sun's warmth greets us as we walk out onto the roof. There's a ladder at the far end under what's left of the building's original billboard sign. With some careful climbing, I am rewarded with a stunning view of the Cleveland skyline. It's one view that never gets old...
User Image xris10 Posted: Nov 28, 2016 3:32 AM (UTC)
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Floor 4

Every window has been removed or broken long ago. The sunlight pours in through the openings, but lends no warmth to the space. It's easily 15° colder inside, and the temperature drops with every floor we ascend. I noticed I could see my breath starting down on floor 2. My hands are stiff, and the joints crackle in rebellion from being too cold for this long. The steady wind off Lake Erie only compounds the building's chill. One floor left...
User Image xris10 Posted: Oct 31, 2016 1:24 AM (UTC)
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Floor Three: Death Before Dishonor
User Image xris10 Posted: Oct 21, 2016 4:57 AM (UTC)
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Floor Two to Three
User Image xris10 Posted: Aug 1, 2016 5:00 AM (UTC)
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Inside The Yard

The courtyard doesn't disappoint. The murals are slathered on every wall, and have been executed spectacularly. Each artist has made sure to cover his competitor's tag with one that's more ostentatious than the previous. Empty spray cans litter the ground, along with tattered remnants of insulation and ceiling tiles. The grounds squishes in protest as we make our way around the space. The boot stands obstinately as a misplaced centerpiece among the artists' discarded media. The only randomly humorous thought that keeps running through my head is "how does one paint so hard they lose a shoe?"