Tuesday, April 21, 2015

i get it. the art of the steal.

if i was a dog would i still have an unlived life.

my experiments were constrained by ethics.

nice day for a funeral, i said to sarah, i'm like a cartoon doom and gloom. yet it was a statement of fact. i prefer my funerals sunny.

not quite routine.

this ass talk had a certain gut frequency. naked lunch, the movie.

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