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Sunday, March 4th, 2007
12:10 am
so this is a lil shout out for my upcoming birthday next month
19 years younger
im not a picky kid
a nice lil homemade thing would be super
or of youre a gal a kiss would suffice.
especially if youre melanie mirowitz or jess workman
of course if youd like to spend cash on me
a leon the professional wall poster would be pretty BA to put in my new dwellings
or the movie manhatten or a pittsburgh pirates ballcap
and of course cash, checks, and money orders are also accepted.
deadline april 6

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Thursday, January 4th, 2007
3:52 pm



"On January 4, 1960, Camus was killed in an automobile accident while returning to Paris with his friend and publisher Michel Gallimard. He was only forty-six years old and had written as recently as 1958, "I continue to be convinced that my work hasn't even been begun." Adding to the tragedy was the fact that Camus disliked cars and had intended to return to Paris by train until Gallimard convinced him to change his mind. The return half of a rail ticket was found unused in his pocket."

today is International Smash a Car for Camus Day
it never was before but from now on it shall be.



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Sunday, December 24th, 2006
10:21 am


WELCOME TO OUR CROWD
I've slept
in every room except
the kitchen, and that
includes alone or
with others, in symphony
or cacophony. Now
the man in his socks, the one
asleep on his own pillow,
the tender lover, curious
youth, bossy fuck
-all these clothed and naked visions-
are sharing particular angles
of light, the rushed or
lingering presence of time.
They hang off the splintering
beams. On the uneven floor
we all lie down in layers,
a hologram of lovers, his pillow
under another one's head,
the constant drift of old perfume, a jacket
left behind on a chair, shoes
later buried with the dead.
They needed heels. The jacket is minus
a button. Torn sheets, the windows
unwashed. We breathe and
don't breathe, lie, pass
in the hall, fall
into all our arms, live again
              gone soon


i just made this thing. help figuring out how to use it would be much appreciated.

hi!

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