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I love my city

Last night I had a dream in which I invited Emma up into my apartment for some tea. When I went into the kitchen I realized that the teapot was sitting on the stove and the stove was still on. The lid was plastic, which it isn't in real life, and melted and cold sparks flew out of the pot. Later as I was writing, I could see myself in the ( Read more... )

This photograph stands out to me among the many I took last summer.


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A few too many cigarettes have I had. A new hobbie have I found. A new addiction rather. With 8 foot ashes and 8 foot hard ons. Slurping noodles with my shaking hands and fingers, while the mute fight behind me. I've lost track of myself tonight. I pretended like I was those other people with erect penises and grape flavored cigars. But now ( Read more... )

"Save all of that for Mr. Van Sant"

There are three chocolate kisses sitting next to the computer that don't belong to me, they're tempting me with their Valentine's day colored tin foil skins. For the first time ever I have a person to share this stupid holiday with,and I couldn't have asked for a better Valentine.

Here is a still from The Dante Quartet by Stan Brakhage


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You have more that fulfilled the requirements to make it on to my list of heros. For those of you who are unfamilar, he was a German filmmaker and a member of UFA which is the production company that Fritz Lang and F. W. Murnau also belonged to. He was especially known for his experimental films.

Here are some stills from Rhythmus 21


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I used the word magnificent to describe a film in class today. I let it embarrass me, because nobody else seemed to be as excited. They should all leave the class if they aren't as enamored by the films as I am. Oh and here's two pictures of me that my mom took when she couldn't afford to pay for me to get portraits done at a portrait studio.

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Today I jumped out of an airplane flying two miles above the earth. Stu made me get on my knees as he attatched his harness to mine. The plane door was open and he stepped his behemoth foot out onto the wheel of the aircraft. I was signaled to follow. Side by side my foot looked like a popsicle stick compared to his. "Arch!" which meant to ( Read more... )