.one too many.

…a place for waste…

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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January 2, 2012 at 5:34 pm

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.

glory holes!

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January 1, 2012 at 9:48 am

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.

shalom y’all

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December 20, 2011 at 8:19 pm

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?
good and terrible,
as they say.

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December 13, 2011 at 11:51 pm

nina simone.

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

probably.

...

peaches.

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December 7, 2011 at 4:04 pm

reticulated.

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fuck big furry spiders over all other things

she’s a cold-hearted snake

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November 29, 2011 at 1:06 pm

the freak from the creek.

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3 notes on sam peckinpah.

he hated woman,

 he believed men were inherently violent

and

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

3 notes about amateur boxing nights in appalachian west virginia.

the woman are on loan from hooters,

the men are violent

and

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

connection?

probably not.

what of it?

too strong

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November 22, 2011 at 2:14 pm