Inside The Machine

San Francisco, CA - eyeofodin - Saturday, February 9th, 2008 : goo

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There comes a time in a man's life when the planet becomes too small for you and your shadow to coexist properly. That is why I work for the government, to hide from my shadow as it hunts its prey in the dark. We all make up the dark, stabbing and twirling blindly at ourselves because in America we've lost perspective of our own fate. The machine turns and turns, so I sacrificed my body to become the grease to let the sprockets move faster and faster.

A shot of FiDi from the window near my desk on a cloudy winter day. The warm trickling of blood pumping to my head pumps fresh ideas to be heard to the distant stars.

A great looking Federal Building seen across the way. Green tinted glass, one of them environmental-friendly buildings.

The shot from inside my work, looking through the atrium on my floor. Your tax dollars hard at work (unlike I, taking pictures instead):

After work I like to morph myself into a pigeon and hang around Washington Square Park in North Beach. I friends are usually always there, swooping down and stealing Parcheesi pieces from old Italian men. Green tastes best.

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