dead meat.

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the blahg is dead.

r.i.p. blahg.

i won’t say forever.

forever is a really long time.

more like frozen solid.

canepari loves you all.

buenas nachos!

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the magic (marker) manifesto.

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happiness is the real proof.

magic (marker) and life.

life and magic (marker).

only cannibalism unites us. 

handle serpents from both ends.

sing-in-(cow)tongues.

drink the poison and the elixir at the same time.

try not to overthink it.

consequences and kerosene.

eventually it all burns.

no matter fucking what,

grip the underground wires with both hands.

hold on to those wires no matter how goddamn electric they seem.

whatever it fucking takes.

 happiness is the real proof.

breathe with your diaphragm.

spend more time underwater.

stay away from newspapers.

the following is not the answer.  

“the flight from tedious states. against urban scleroses. against Conservatives and speculative boredom.”  

the answer is the opposite.

spit on your own food.

ride in the passenger seat.

eat pizza in bed.

kiss a magician on the forehead.

ignore the wolves (no matter how much you want to talk about them).

sing the love of danger (danger of love!).

the habit of energy and rashness.

whatever it fucking takes.

twenty 12 is here.

no to glory holes!

yes to panoramas!

not not.

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glory holes!

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mistletoes.

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fuck photography.

family dogs food hotwine gifts hugs eggnog friends laughter lights hi-fives old ladies love.

a cosmic reset.

not not you is the only truth.

the rest is just the rest.

dont let anyone tell you otherwise.

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shalom y’all

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turkey trot.

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yikes.

what a mess.

i got scattered siblings.

scattered parents.

scattered friends.

they’re like sprinkles on a cupcake,

but the cupcake is actually the world.

currently my belongings live in 2 different storage units,

a mostly empty apartment i call ‘the tomb’,

and a houseboat with a month-to-month lease.

i have two p.o. boxes which i never check,

i half-own an RV in northern california that I haven’t seen in 2 years,

and my motorcycle is dying a slow death in india.

 the only universal is my old truck and my old hasselblad.

both of which are too old to remember the good times.

so the questions begs,

where am i?

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good and terrible,

as they say.

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nina simone.

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i wonder if she visited Juarez Prison before she wrote “4 women“?

probably.

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peaches.

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reticulated.

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fuck big furry spiders over all other things

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she’s a cold-hearted snake

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the freak from the creek.

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3 notes on sam peckinpah.

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he hated woman,

 he believed men were inherently violent

and

he made movies (and snorted a bunch of yay).

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3 notes about amateur boxing nights in appalachian west virginia.

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the woman are on loan from hooters,

the men are violent

and

i took some photos (but alas, no yay).

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connection?

probably not.

what of it?

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too strong

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snoodle.

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quip quip quip quip fort wayne quip quip quip quip

quip quip quip indiana quip quip quip quip quip quip quip quip

quip qui quip quip quip quip quip quip quip quip quip quip quip quip quip dog show.

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longstoryshort,

i want a dog.

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.el paso to juarez to el paso to juarez to el paso.

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Dave Chappelle as Ahchoo:

“look,

this ain’t exactly the mississippi.  

i’m on one side,

i’m on the other side.  

i’m on the east bank.

i’m on the west bank…”

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Cary Elwes as Robin Hood:

“that’s not the point,

it’s the principle of the thing…”

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i couldn’t have explained it better myself.

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men in tights

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triple dip from detroit.

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Ruddy Kip once said,

“Four things greater than all things are…

woman and horse and power and war.”

my response to that is…

horses?

according to Calamari Canepari Cannelloni (aka zackary david),

“Four things greater than all things are…

woman and pizza and cameras and coffee.”

 your loss, Rudyard.

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fuck yo’couch

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not dead.

alive and well.

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