Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Report from the Plenitude: Hot Sauce
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Monday, April 28, 2008

Report from The Plenitude: Hair
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Monday, April 21, 2008

She said: "She was my older sister although everyone said that we looked so much alike we could be twins. We weren't twins; just sisters. She was a year and a half older than me, but we wore the same clothes and did the same things. In High School, we hung out with each other. She looked after me and I adored her because she was braver than me and willing to do things that I wouldn't do, like smoking, and it was exciting to be with her and her friends. She didn't care too much for my friends. She thought they were geeky. I guess I wasn't "geeky", though. She never said anything bad about me that I knew of. We were close, OK? We were real close and I miss her a lot now. The cancer was a slower kind so it took a long time for her to die. And, of course I miss her; but I miss hanging out with her and her friends the most. Now I just don't have anyone really to talk to."
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Wednesday, April 16, 2008

New York, New York, West Side, Mid-Town, great colors
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Wednesday, April 09, 2008

He said: "I was born after the war and before the bounty that followed it, which then places me advantageously to have experienced the late 1960's as I came of age and bore witness to the murders of John Kennedy and Bobby and Martin Luther King and others who's only crime was to have had a compassionate heart. During that time I also saw what burned: children in Vietnam and homes and store fronts here in the USA. Things are different now. The divide, I think, is just as wide, and the anger just as strong, but I think now we don't expect it to be different. I think we're used to the pain now and so don't feel it much anymore even though it's still there. It's still very much there."
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Thursday, April 03, 2008

It was the poetry of pain and of fear and of memories once held dear, but now gone or fading and being replaced by smoke if replaced by anything at all. It was a loss of the awareness of the surround and of a participation in it as an actor, as well as an observer. It was the confusion of what should come next; but mostly it was the brightness of it all; the shimmering brightness of it.
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Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Dino Supreme

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