i curse sometime,

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i’ve spent the day,
Travelling drug addict,
Awaking this morning?
Another morning, where i must have wet the bed, up early again, or late depending on perspective?
In traveling the midnight city, i’ve seen changes within the art, which now is displayed, upon selective building about are city…
Professional Graffiti…
i’ve always said, “Let’s paint the city!”….
toad (chris jensen) thisoldtoad
i was in the old neighourhood Dad, all is quiet it is a sad day when a live in maid takes over a home where one has lived ninety-nine percent of his life…
Spent a lot of christmas, with family…
Has untold haunting stories, within that time with two loving sisters…
Don’t mean to bitch Dad, however you’re probably rolling in your grave… Oops the dead piece of flesh probably has rotted by now…
Wonderful view we have out of the back of the house, you bought a win Dad! Hope you have waken after you died…
Your son christopher raymond jensen
In these image i’ve
learned to ride a bike, ski
an play tennis court hockey all,
while going to my first school..
That’s the same view
from every back window of family home,
the house is not in any of the images…
This post I make for my dear sister, I am now truly grateful have my dear sister because are family would be very lonely without anybody to hold the family together now that Dads gone. As strange as it was Dad kept the family alive? More than ever now it feels like I’m alone in the world. If it were not for you two the world would be come scary place. Knowing you two are there keeps out of me delusional world and in the present.
Thank you dear sisters
chris jensen (Toad)
Now there is no place like home…
Revelstoke, British Columbia, Canada / photograph by D’Arcy Norman