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Trent McMahon
21/Male/United States
Birthday
March 30, 1991
Last Visit: 3 days ago
I fucking hate pictures of cats.
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Well, I am still in a slow season. I find myself too lazy to bundle up and go hit the nature scene.
I'll attempt to post a few new pictures in the coming days.
Thanks everyone for the support and comments. I've met some really great people on Deviant Art. C:
Here's something I wrote, just for the hell of it. It's a vignette of a larger piece I am still refining, but it is by far my favorite. Enjoy:
[5] Mike drove us into a ditch in a quiet pasture. Our laughter swirled like mechanical clowns in a funhouse hours after the lifeless Californian dust had settled in our hair and on our unclothed bodies. Cars passed, unknowing that at that moment, four misdirectioned teenagers were pursuing each inch of exposed flesh in the hidden subcompact nestled sweetly between two sloping dunes, windows down, melodies drifting from the vehicle like a Parisian sonata. Judith, Valencia, and Mike all swirled around my eyes in fleeting seconds of pleasure-filled congruencies. Mike on Judith, Valencia on me, bringing new life to the stagnant musk of Californian sunsets, motion fluid with physics: life lived only in the picture books hidden from the child's eye. They kissed my body, every fraction of skin cell. The drifters, their breath still wet with the cherry vanilla scent, Mike's breath blowing an inch from my face, inside my mouth, tongues against tongues, exploring an unknown variable, dissolving in a memory as the small pill, muttering its incantations, lowers the hydraulic seats to a one-hundred and eighty degree angle to oblivion; the night and the pill run their course . . .
Favorite visual artistDalíFavorite moviesPerfume: The Story of a MurdererFavorite bands / musical artistsDanielle Ate the SandwichFavorite writersKerouac, Rand, VonnegutFavorite gamesThe SimsTools of the TradeCanon Rebel Rebel T1i 15.1MP, CS5, and ImaginationOther InterestsPhotography, Writing, Indie music, Life