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- On Cooking
- Weekly Selections
- Counterbalance
- I ran with you for as far as I could, but then my ...
- Chapter 6: The Last Breakfast
- Scanner Art?
- Pet Jesus
- 2008 Projects: Undeveloped Idea no. 2
- 2008 Projects: Undeveloped Idea no. 1
- i don't want to talk about what happened.i can tel...
- Family Tree
- text messaging.
- Chapter 5: The End of the Night
- No title
- old Pyschology notebook
- Motivation on some days.
- hahaha.
- Thorton
- Dear Mom, I'm not even a Christian
- Weekly Selections
- Chapter 4: The Deep End
- the birth of turf wars?
- i think about history, about lovers who have died.
- loud.
- Living Together
- and lost. messages.
- Chapter 3: Suburban Indulgence
- hahahaah.
- woke up this morning, immediately tallied all of t...
- One dream
- Mail Art Scrapbook Project
- life like a test.
- d anni bra and likilimej up a tree
- notes and ideas found in my own pockets, none of w...
- n/a
- Part of
- Four dreams
- Climbing pine trees.
- on the front porch...
- I'm falling back into old routines I promised myse...
- Not too much has changed.
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- What I Learned in Business Writing Class
- the day the daily camera disappeared
- view from a plane
- THIS IS THE SOUND OF ME CHEWING MY TEETH
- a christmas story
- i'm getting sucked in by days of our lives. it mak...
- Roomates
- Weekly Selections
- Inspiration
- 22 Influences
- I want to be tucked away in a place where people t...
- Bernice collected coins
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- Chapter 2: The Arrival
- peekaboo
- ruminatin' on da posts
- I Want to Write a Book of Poetry
- Six Dead Virgins
- Old Film
- I'm one class away from the weekend, one week away...
- here's the thing about him. or me. i guess.
- Laura and I baked a cake.
- Appeal
- Talking aloud to myself sometimes reaps great rewa...
- wonderland
- i'm serious
- Hail Hail the Eyeball Kid
- gcnh,h xd
- the last day
- Firsts from the Russian.
- In need of an editor --
- I despise hypocrites! and therefore despise myself...
- so i've got these pieces of chain...and this shoe....
- stud alert.
- n/a
- My dream
- No title
- While I was sleeping --
- Headphones On
- the card catalog sits and waits
- the card catalog sits and waits
- School day
- This house will be a parking lot.
- Roomates
- You don't need to run away.
- I feel as if every aspect of my life is somehow or...
- back to 35mm for a bit...
- ones I can remember.
- better arrangements
- Our lives are about times when we decide to walk o...
- School day
- On Payment
- Weekly Selections
- It seems like there is always some sort of betraya...
- (translated from Spanish)“Lovely Pepita, One more ...
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2 comments:
words can't explain what this means to me. this, perhaps, has taught me more about you than anything else, though it's been great and revealing and all that shit getting to know you. you know. hopper. fuck yes. i don't like paintings but i've told you that "night hawks" is my favorite. i can't handle this letter. about the emerson quote... i feel like that about what i make. we've taked about this. it's all in the interpretation.
fuck man. i can't handle this or ever explain anything ever.
just know it's the best.
I like to wear sweatshirts.
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