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- M. Ward "The Transfiguration of Vincent" (the entire album)
- Not egrets, white like egrets but with a long curved beak
- Victorian napkin ring
- Wounded or burnt hands
- Watch the tights
- The Blind Swordsman Zatoichi!
- Brand new absurdly familiar
- Have you tried the Nord Electro Two?
- Schoenhut on the curb
- The more you push it up the less you get used to it
- Bookstore all to ourselves
- Cecil & Jimmy
- The intimate machine
- Inspiration for an ambitious experiment
- Clandestine web
- David Rhoden sings Ella Fitzgerald sings the Jerome Kern songbook
- Eye on that mummy
- Glimpse of possible/we gesture at eachother
- Eloise annotated?
- The flat chocolate chip cookies/the punk rocker hit on the head with a green bottle
- Berlin Feb 2005
- She need a man she can put in a dress
- Coffee & Jameson's after the rain
- Crass solicitation man
- Hilarity ensued
- I have eaten from the tympanum, I have drunk from the cymbals
- Ibex, cattle, sheep
- Oh they were happy
- The preservation of our fundamental ideals
- "That incredible bastard" "What?" "The bastard."
- The fragrance of her special
- Gibbet design
- Grand Canyon calendars
- Old Claiborne MacManus
- The dot structure of the engravings
- Rosewood
- Imparadised last
- Porcupines what?
- It's our ball now

effervesence

My head is full of it. My brothers are returning to me and Mexican candy insanely sweet underneath a heavy dose of chili powder and Mexican wrestlers are hanging out in my kitchen and you might die but we are never far apart. And is it wrong to be happy when a bad man gets thrown in jail? And I dreamt Luke Wilson lay down in wet sand and, like Moe, melodramatically begged the tide to take him. The tide never did. Have you rearranged your bedroom lately? It really can change everything - and this, Japanese Magnolia, my favorite tree, is in bloom.

Is it Mardi Gras yet?

I just could not see the buckle for the life of me.

Yes it's a wonder we're still dirty!

- Clancy's for dinner
- Then lord knows what
- My appetite for adventure is already back up
- Back's fucked up
- Wash over and purify me, electric guitar

February 11

All I wanna say today is today is the day.

- Ruth Brown
- Candi Stanton
- Etta James

HYDRANGEA!

It was a long and divine adventure. You could have passed your hands right through me, it was that sweet and ethereal. All I can do now is throw my head back and laugh and laugh - it's so fine in this city alone and strong and wild. You don't need anyone or anything when the spirit inside of you is kicking itself out - and my spirit is a fucking flying loving prairie horse. When you wake the next morning full of wonder at being still alive. Nobody died, at least not in my arms this time. Yes this story is long the story unfolds - sit with me by the lake I'll show you what that key is for if you just tell me yours.

- Sun Ambulance "Paper Snowflakes"
- Low "Everybody's Song"
- Arcade Fire "Crown Of Love"
- Rotary Downs "Vulgar Ways"
- This 10,000th Fall fan can't go wrong
- The Cure "Close To Me"
- Revlon 9 "Someone Like You"

Hoopin' and Hollerin'

The Worst Drivers In The World

- Old men with hats
- Anyone in a mini-van
- "The handicapped" (there, I said it)

Feeling rascally, undone, done, coughy, broke, grinny, grateful, looped looping loopish. Funny haha funny things are happening and gosh wow. We gotta appreciate the now, gotta represent, gotta keep walking cuz nobody cares really if you do or don't it's really just for some personal sense of joy. Did you make love? Did you take a bubblebath with a cowboy? You should stay with the cute boys and me.

C'EST VRAI

We flew for about fifteen minutes and set down at a tiny airfield in the middle of a jungle, well inland from the destruction, where a group of Indonesian soldiers and civilians waited. The people who lived along Sumatra’s coast had never been long on cash and the things cash buys, but with fish and rice abundant neither had they been desperately poor. The soldiers seemed well enough cared for, but the civilians, grimacing against our noise and rotor wash, were destitute—frighteningly thin, traumatized, their clothes ragged and filthy. We made a bucket brigade to hand out the rice, then each of us Americans shook hands with each of the Indonesians, soldier and civilian alike. They touched their hearts and pressed their hands together. We had camcorders; they had camcorders. We filmed them and they filmed us. As we lifted off and swung back toward the ship for another load, Guns N’ Roses came on the headset, singing “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door.” One advantage to listening to rock and roll on a Marine helicopter is that you can sing along as loud as you like.

proof positive

En cas d'ouverture du produit suite á une chute de ce dernier ou á une autre circonstance, ne touchez pas les parties exposées.

Hot Lady Shutterbug Royal Dance Squad!

To the left to the left, to the right to the right, now front and front and front and front, now back it up and back it up back it up back it up, go round clockwise. Real slow. Counter! Go round real slow! Go down go low! Go lower. Lower. Low-er. Now come back up! Clap three times! "You know you're hot!" Clap three times! "You know you're hot!" Clap again! "You know you're hot!" Now from the top!

Good Cuban pork, mojitos, ladies, that cold wind hard and round, the gorgeous floats, the hilarity of women, thank god though none of those women in that parade are biologically capable of excelling at math or science cuz that'd just be TOO MUCH the world would explode (Thanks! President of Harvard & subsequent publications for flushing 50 years of hardcore scholastic study deconstructing such absurd notions of such manifestations of biological difference right down the crapper and continuing to smack the ladies on the hand or the ass or the face! Thanks!), but gosh we sure can throw down! I'm woozy and wheely and glad to have pink high-heeled shoes dangling from my lobes and sorry. Sorry for the "diary-ness" of The Journal (yr right, Warner, there's gotta be a better name) these days. I know I know, it's so, god, it's so pedestrian and familiar, so like all the others. What can I say? I just made a giant presentation to some curators to get an exhibition up and we're working an important sale and between my job and my own exhibition of my own work going up in what?!! Four weeks?!! And Mardi Gras and grieving and revelling and hey.

- Brian Wilson "Smile" the whole damn thing
- Chappelle's show commentary on the dvd
- Hot chai
- The Black Bonnets eat sushi, yes we do!
- All three of us, ya heard me?

February

- My brother Jim was born
- My mother Sylvia died
- I got married
- I got divorced
- Arun Lele died
- I found his body

They came like a caravan of carnival folk up through the swales of broomstraw and across the hill in the morning sun, the truck rocking and pitching in the ruts and the musicians on chairs in the truckbed teetering and tuning their instruments, the fat man with guitar grinning and gesturing to others in a car behind and bending to give a note to the fiddleer who turned a fiddlepeg and listened with a wrinkled face. They passed under flowering appletrees and passed a log crib chinked with orange mud and forded a branch and came in sight of an aged clapboard house that stood in blue shade under the wall of the mountatin. Beyond it stood a barn.

Invasion of Heaven:
People were already being killed mercilessly and even the Gods were assaulted.
Yet the worse was yet to come. It came when an strong army of demons was gathered to siege the abode of the Deities. The army was led by the king Mahishasura, the green skinned demon with the form of a giant buffalo. With its weapons of iron, and its phalanxes of elephants and charioteers the army finally marched on the king of gods, Purandara or (Indra), defeating him. Then, Mahishasura usurped the throne of heaven.
The victory was complete, and all the gods were driven out of the heaven. Routed they went to the trinity of the Supreme Gods, Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva to save themselves and the men on the world.
The orgy of violence vis-a-vis the the invasion of the heaven by the evils enraged the Supreme Gods. Their faces were flushed with anger and a dazzling luminescence flooded forth. Great flames and thunderbolt streaked through all directions. The fires illuminated all the three worlds: the heaven, the earth, and the nether-world with penetrating beams of light.

In a valley shaded with rhododendrons, close to the snow line, where a stream milky with meltwater splashed and where doves and linnets flew among the immense pines, lay a cave, half hidden by the crag above and the stiff heavy leaves that clustered below.