I enjoy recreating horror movies...this was my first
Friday, August 27, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Wasted Words
Wasted Words
I hate wasting my vocabulary on ears that don't comprehend more than 3 syllables at a time. I'm staring into a gorgeous face that masks so very little in intellect and has misconstrued the truths I hold self evident. She's perplexed by my verbal, multiple tongues I can speak, my lyrical cunnilingus could leave her quivering from hands to feet. I choose to eat, never had a problem with that, the taste of chocolate facts and that's all I need, and none I lack, to satisfy my minds hunger and keep me in heat!
If you choose to meet me on the intellectual plane I speak, than get off your knees and bring your needs to seek me in a more than cyber-physical lane. Merge left and toggle back, right click on my eyes and commit this to your hard drive: I am tired of the same, mundane, ultra common, pseudo intellectual verbiage that tends to explain nothing but a shallow need to fill shoes designed by MTV. Translation: I want someone real, tangible, kissable, huggable, lovable, and most importantly, honest-able. That's right, able to be honest.
She must be capable and willing to give me 100 percent of self with no digressions from truth and no hesitations from action. Show me the mind, through the heart and reflected in the smile.
Wasted words falling on deaf ears, the inaudible action of speaking to a brick wall covered in pink paint pissing me off cause she can't see the light in front of her face...wasted words on digital paper, take another look at my face, my memoirs typed in my space.
Jack Leroy Manning III © 2007
Wasted Words
9.3.2007
I hate wasting my vocabulary on ears that don't comprehend more than 3 syllables at a time. I'm staring into a gorgeous face that masks so very little in intellect and has misconstrued the truths I hold self evident. She's perplexed by my verbal, multiple tongues I can speak, my lyrical cunnilingus could leave her quivering from hands to feet. I choose to eat, never had a problem with that, the taste of chocolate facts and that's all I need, and none I lack, to satisfy my minds hunger and keep me in heat!
If you choose to meet me on the intellectual plane I speak, than get off your knees and bring your needs to seek me in a more than cyber-physical lane. Merge left and toggle back, right click on my eyes and commit this to your hard drive: I am tired of the same, mundane, ultra common, pseudo intellectual verbiage that tends to explain nothing but a shallow need to fill shoes designed by MTV. Translation: I want someone real, tangible, kissable, huggable, lovable, and most importantly, honest-able. That's right, able to be honest.
She must be capable and willing to give me 100 percent of self with no digressions from truth and no hesitations from action. Show me the mind, through the heart and reflected in the smile.
Wasted words falling on deaf ears, the inaudible action of speaking to a brick wall covered in pink paint pissing me off cause she can't see the light in front of her face...wasted words on digital paper, take another look at my face, my memoirs typed in my space.
Jack Leroy Manning III © 2007
Wasted Words
9.3.2007
Hangover and Heartbreak
My friend Alice and I did this one night. I called her and told her what I was looking for and she jumped right in with both feet. The editing took the most time for this image to look as gritty and rugged as it does. I think I used about 13 layers in photoshop til it was just the way I wanted it.
Monday, August 23, 2010
the crazy 88
One of my Favorite themed shoots. I went all the way top LA to shoot this on the UCLA campus. A great friend of mine allowed us access to her soundstage and we went to work. 5 hours of shooting and we came out with great images. (left to right) Ratana, Devin, Mia, Steve, Stephanie all took on the tasks of getting into charector and doing an awesome job!
Love's Space
How quickly we move through time, our journey began and ended so fast. like the big bang, we exploded into the heavens. We went into this dark abyss of a friendship with good intentions to create our own solar system, but the depths of Love's Space were impassable. Like two celestial bodies drawn in by gravity, strange bodies coming together to create a synergetic representation of love and friendship, only to be disrupted by the moons and space dust between us.
Now, I am left floating in space searching for a way back to your orbit. I am spinning around and around hoping that your crescent comes back into view as space junk floats into my path and corrupts my atmosphere. I continue to spin and move, damaged, but alive.
A planet in peril, I hold on to the life inside. I think I see the signs, but the directions in these constellations are unclear and impossible to navigate. So many stars around me, but all I want to see is you...
Love's Space has never been so dark, its never been this empty, and it makes me wonder how long I will have to endure the emptiness once occupied by you. This is hard to understand, and I am not an expert in astronomy, but I can't physically survive with out the oxygen you provided before this vacuum existed. I'm choking in this place, floating away, in Love's space.
Jack Manning III(c)
Now, I am left floating in space searching for a way back to your orbit. I am spinning around and around hoping that your crescent comes back into view as space junk floats into my path and corrupts my atmosphere. I continue to spin and move, damaged, but alive.
A planet in peril, I hold on to the life inside. I think I see the signs, but the directions in these constellations are unclear and impossible to navigate. So many stars around me, but all I want to see is you...
Love's Space has never been so dark, its never been this empty, and it makes me wonder how long I will have to endure the emptiness once occupied by you. This is hard to understand, and I am not an expert in astronomy, but I can't physically survive with out the oxygen you provided before this vacuum existed. I'm choking in this place, floating away, in Love's space.
Jack Manning III(c)
Kill Bill : My version
One of my Favorite themed shoots. I went all the way top LA to shoot this on the UCLA campus. A great friend of mine allowed us access to her soundstage and we went to work. 5 hours of shooting and we came out with great images. (Lara Lee) Pictured is the lead role of Beatrice Kiddo aka Black Mamba
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