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subterranean homesick blues...
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Saturday, April 15, 2006
Thursday, April 6, 2006
i'll tear you in half with my naievete!
yeah.
went with marta by bike to mt. storm on friday to lie in the sun and read "love in the time of cholera" to each other in spanish. i fell asleep listening to her...
but that was then. and i'm not gonna do a goddamn thing. hahah! i'm like a greyhound, all i like to do is run.
the night before ashley told me that we should hang out because we live around the corner from each other. so i said sure. and knocked on her door late one night...
we saw chico. he told me he's got cancer. pancreas. no insurance 'cuz he's doing the social work thing for runaway kids. that man is one of my favorite people in existence. maybe a year left? he's twenty two. i don't want him to die. he deserves a long life and a couple of kids and smiling friends and family and a good meal on his 83rd birthday.
go go go go.
i like anarchists. they are ridiculous and never ever get a goddamn thing done but they're fun to be around. good people.
saturday night ashley was speaking in rhyme. we also had a conversation using only hand signs which was completely effortless. she drives like a maniac and is something fierce. i like fierce. fierce means you believe in something, have some hope, maybe.
(when i was in france i met a man who's wife of nearly fifty years had had a stroke and was in a vegetative state. he cared for her by himself, continously. he showed me a picture of her, nineteen and beautiful, standing on a slope in the alps with a smile on her face and then with the saddest and most proud look i have ever seen he said to me "elle est une femme formidable.")
the end.
yeah.
went with marta by bike to mt. storm on friday to lie in the sun and read "love in the time of cholera" to each other in spanish. i fell asleep listening to her...
but that was then. and i'm not gonna do a goddamn thing. hahah! i'm like a greyhound, all i like to do is run.
the night before ashley told me that we should hang out because we live around the corner from each other. so i said sure. and knocked on her door late one night...
we saw chico. he told me he's got cancer. pancreas. no insurance 'cuz he's doing the social work thing for runaway kids. that man is one of my favorite people in existence. maybe a year left? he's twenty two. i don't want him to die. he deserves a long life and a couple of kids and smiling friends and family and a good meal on his 83rd birthday.
go go go go.
i like anarchists. they are ridiculous and never ever get a goddamn thing done but they're fun to be around. good people.
saturday night ashley was speaking in rhyme. we also had a conversation using only hand signs which was completely effortless. she drives like a maniac and is something fierce. i like fierce. fierce means you believe in something, have some hope, maybe.
(when i was in france i met a man who's wife of nearly fifty years had had a stroke and was in a vegetative state. he cared for her by himself, continously. he showed me a picture of her, nineteen and beautiful, standing on a slope in the alps with a smile on her face and then with the saddest and most proud look i have ever seen he said to me "elle est une femme formidable.")
the end.
Tuesday, April 4, 2006
Steve and Steve, somewhere in the polish part of brooklyn. I can't remember the name of the place as I was inebriated.
Steve and Steve.
a shop in soho with EVERYTHING.
Dieders' birthday par-tay:
zach. being fabulous.
the illustrious Mr. Mayhem. hawt.
a nice young lady, with vince being a cock in the background.
the birthday girl herself!
Banzai Biehler!
mirror! mirror! it's in focus.
hillybonez straight thuggin'.
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