Franklin Veaux (tacit) wrote,
Franklin Veaux
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This Old House

During the way back from the great Sex For Science In A Seedy Hotel In Seattle Experiment last month, zaiah and our innocent victims companions and I stopped at the ruins of an ancient house along the interstate so that I could take pictures of it.

I vowed back then to return with a model and a lot of rope.

About a week ago, zaiah, my friend Scott, and I did just that. We brought with us a friend of his, the lovely slavetopurple, and another mutual friend who's a bondage rigger.

The house has changed rather a lot in the past month. It looks like it's being disassembled bit by bit; structurally, it's in significantly poorer shape than it had been. It's also being devoured by gigantic feral blackberry bushes.

As least that's what I'm told they are. They're actually more like the Great Cthulhu incarnated as vegetation, with even more tentacles than he is customarily depicted as having, and totally covered in thorns.



I used a wide-angle lens to get this rather fetching shot of the interior. You can see one of the feral blackberry bushes invading what apparently used to be the kitchen, presumably in search of souls to devour. It's a little-known fact that every time you masturbate, God puts the souls of the unbaptized underneath your stove. That's why televangelists don't have stoves.




I quite like the look on slavetopurple's face here. She can out-enigmatic-smile the Mona Lisa.



Don't blink!










The place made an awesome location for a shoot. I'd dearly love to go back there again, though at the rate it's crumbling, I suspect it will have to be soon.
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