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Saturday, 28 March 2009

 I quite frequently don't look through the camera, which is very close to being blind.















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Saturday, 21 March 2009

The last place I stayed had a blood stain on my pillow in the shape of the Virgin Mary





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He's not joking around all the time but you know










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Tuesday, 17 March 2009

Steppin Fetchit.




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this almost schizophrenic identification with popular imagery.



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Monday, 16 March 2009

ABD (Pt.3)











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your father sold me my first hit of acid in the spring of 88'


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  • ▼  2009 (41)
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      •  I quite frequently don't look through the camera,...
      • The last place I stayed had a blood stain on my pi...
      • He's not joking around all the time but you know
      • Steppin Fetchit.
      • this almost schizophrenic identification with popu...
      • ABD (Pt.3)
      • your father sold me my first hit of acid in the sp...
      • I bought this treehouse because it was the nicest ...
      • Shw was wearing an 'RIP Tupac' shirt and a skin-ti...
      • Ignominy
      • An Understanding
      • I just see a woman punching herself in the face wi...
      • A few of them died from, you know, sniffing paint
      • I have faith in the belly-dancers.
      • The One Word
      • the book itself is the narrative of a family. With...
      • ABD (Pt.2)
      • Fake conversations with people.
      • ABD (Pt.1)
      • I used to break into hospitals sometimes, and woul...
      • People who create their own language
      • I let myself dream and drift in somewhat lucid way.
      • Sorry, I was speaking so quickly that I forgot a w...
      • Seeing kids who still have Ratt tails and a tattoo...
      • That's like a Henny Youngman monologue
      • Everything has become like solving math problems
      • If you show them something unromanticised, they ca...
      • Fifty Seven
      • A girl who's father invented caugh medicine
      • I'm a cross between Jack Parr and Michael J. Fox.
      • Breakfast
      • The biggest dreamers are also the ones in the end ...
      • Inventing Your Own Reality
      • For The Might Of Heathen Blood (Chapter Two)
      • For The Might Of Heathen Blood (Chapter One)
      • The Devil, The Sinner and His Journey
      • I left New York
      • The pigs name is Trotsky
      • Fake letters, Fake rumours, Fake quotes
      • I live three doors down from George Jones

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