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a pussy having no goddamn sense. in pubic beards, jews in slow, measured rhthym, in buzzing distorted guitar and mashed organ keys. in beats or of beats. a double ended arrow drawn across new york streets, across time, across a nation from 1956 san fransisco to 1984 def jams new york.
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her mom is a bitch, the perfume people, nobody ever told her that. she's got to tell a pirate and a knight about men and fashion. her job is not to be a jail warden, it's to be her mom and co-star. every fashion icon enjoys coke, please. who's an art star? it's a dickie pant. he's got style, her fags say so. in the next episode: over weight jessica -
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i've been wrestling with my scars. we hope things will be right some day. it happens every so often, with increasing infrequency. i take that as healing. i feel the evil. it is around the corner, that is my fear. they exist just outside the border, around the corner maybe. just outside the edge of the light. my fear is that they can't leave good ( Read more... ) -
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there was a grove of sassafras trees. it was much more open and light than most of the area around it which was much more densely wooded. the ground was covered with tiny baby sassafras. we would pull them up to get the roots. it was a fragrant and delicious event. the grove got me thinking about my life, where i have been, what i have done, how ( Read more... )
