Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Chez Cheese
loss of enthusiasm for the familiar does present some interesting
You are with your life that you do not understand but are eager to accompany, like being on your own for the first time with a grandparent. Sudden wind pushing the smell of creosote, we catch the number 3 like this, to visit uncle Matt. This is squash soup that your aunt makes.
how fast were you talking at the time of the conversation? could you see my point coming? did you have the right to proceed when I interrupted you? do you have witnesses? I was getting at something, and you completely re-framed what I was saying. I’m calling my atty.
loss of enthusiasm for the familiar does present some interesting
You are with your life that you do not understand but are eager to accompany, like being on your own for the first time with a grandparent. Sudden wind pushing the smell of creosote, we catch the number 3 like this, to visit uncle Matt. This is squash soup that your aunt makes.
how fast were you talking at the time of the conversation? could you see my point coming? did you have the right to proceed when I interrupted you? do you have witnesses? I was getting at something, and you completely re-framed what I was saying. I’m calling my atty.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
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high school mystics in a basement with a bong
humans thinking they are inside themselves is understandable, containment is everywhere, cell components inside cell components inside cells forming boundaries containing other cells that do other things containing other things, and so on – so a human would ask, "why wouldn’t I be inside me?"
life is life, for one reason because it is moving – how can life be still? If life was a statue it’d be dead, it wouldn’t be life
poem stuff: the baggage of having archetypes in your household. The warrior’s grandmother moves in with him, cooks foul smelling cabbage stuff, your king and his relatives who are always hogging the bathroom, the creative’s drunk friends, etc –
actor’s coaching in reverse: ‘busting’ affectations
No, I didn’t say I was officially here… I said I was officially here-ha-ha.
Big difference.
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high school mystics in a basement with a bong
humans thinking they are inside themselves is understandable, containment is everywhere, cell components inside cell components inside cells forming boundaries containing other cells that do other things containing other things, and so on – so a human would ask, "why wouldn’t I be inside me?"
life is life, for one reason because it is moving – how can life be still? If life was a statue it’d be dead, it wouldn’t be life
poem stuff: the baggage of having archetypes in your household. The warrior’s grandmother moves in with him, cooks foul smelling cabbage stuff, your king and his relatives who are always hogging the bathroom, the creative’s drunk friends, etc –
actor’s coaching in reverse: ‘busting’ affectations
No, I didn’t say I was officially here… I said I was officially here-ha-ha.
Big difference.
.
.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Saturday, January 5, 2008
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