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Gettin On Tappa Yas: January 2009
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Gettin On Tappa Yas. The slow sensual crawl to the afterlife. Saturday, January 31, 2009. Hi, Hater, Bye Dater. This is by far the most bloggable thing that has happened to me in months. I seriously mean that. It is so amazing, so absurd, so perfectly weird, that I can not bear to keep it to myself. Every once in awhile someone I care for tells me that I can be a bit cruel. That sometimes my teasing hits too close to home and its hurtful for them. He hardly knows me from a hole in the wall. The booze mus...
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Gettin On Tappa Yas: March 2009
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Gettin On Tappa Yas. The slow sensual crawl to the afterlife. Tuesday, March 31, 2009. Whens Lourdes gonna take over? This video is so hot and this song is so right on and corny! Madonna was such an idol to me mostly because she has this traditionally masculine element to her.was that some kind of weird defense mechanism? But Pre-kabbalah she was a beacon of sexuality and moxie and liberation. Christopher Walken plays the angel of death! Links to this post. So there is a website, whosdatedwho.com. Ben an...
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Gettin On Tappa Yas: As it all happened.
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Gettin On Tappa Yas. The slow sensual crawl to the afterlife. Tuesday, August 18, 2009. As it all happened. Atlantic City, where I was crippled. Before that, I was happy with my ponies. For the club heads. For the live streaming text wall at Ego. For Pennsylvania Valley Girls. For the poshest boardwalk shoppers. For my white Africaans. For my black herbs. For contorting Asian showstoppery. For the love of dipping. November 6, 2009 at 2:51 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Follow me on Twitter.
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Gettin On Tappa Yas: C'mon.
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Gettin On Tappa Yas. The slow sensual crawl to the afterlife. Friday, November 6, 2009. Let me tell you. For two weeks I have been smoking like a chimney/a Brad Pitt/a mom on welfare. When you aren't eating, smoking becomes sort of second nature. When you aren't eating because you're having extreme anxiety, smoking becomes sort of a first nature. I also drank a lot of orange juice to balance out the whole killing my body thing. It seemed like a logical and or tasty solution. The one that goes like this:.
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Gettin On Tappa Yas: December 2009
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Gettin On Tappa Yas. The slow sensual crawl to the afterlife. Tuesday, December 1, 2009. Privacy is a weird concept. I don't particularly care for/about it. I like it when people tell me 'too much information.'. My happiness in a home is directly proportionate to how many doors there are, and whether or not they remain ajar. I MUST pee within earshot of other people, and best case scenario, I enjoy carrying on a conversation while doing my business. Only funny to me? Krissy. How old are you? I think acti...
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Gettin On Tappa Yas: Annonymous. Brave. And True.
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Gettin On Tappa Yas. The slow sensual crawl to the afterlife. Friday, March 26, 2010. Annonymous. Brave. And True. The internet is a fairly repulsive platform for sharing experiences. My friends and family who wonder why I stopped blogging, please refer to the superbly weird commentary made by strangers in the recent months. Antisemitism, hateful opinions that I don't value or give merit to, anger anger anger disgusting creepy lurky vomit. A gentle message to the commentators:. Labels: fuck that guy.
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Very Like | Reading to the mirror
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Reading to the mirror. Pierre Joris on the NOET. Language is called the Garment of Thought: however, it should rather be, Language is the Flesh-Garment, the Body, of Thought. I said that Imagination wove this Flesh-Garment; and does not she? Metaphors are her stuff: examine Language; what, if you except some few primitive elements (of natural sound), what is it all but Metaphors, recognized as such, or no. Longer recognized; still fluid and florid, or now solid-grown and colourless? May 19, 2014. On Lost...
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Very Like | Reading to the mirror
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Reading to the mirror. Pierre Joris on the NOET. Language is called the Garment of Thought: however, it should rather be, Language is the Flesh-Garment, the Body, of Thought. I said that Imagination wove this Flesh-Garment; and does not she? Metaphors are her stuff: examine Language; what, if you except some few primitive elements (of natural sound), what is it all but Metaphors, recognized as such, or no. Longer recognized; still fluid and florid, or now solid-grown and colourless? May 19, 2014. On Lost...
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Reading to the mirror | Readings and re-readings. 'To no end gathered: vainly then released, forth flowing, wending back: loom of the moon.' | Page 2
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Reading to the mirror. Newer posts →. And all this comes to an end,. And is not again to be met with. I went up to the court for examination,. Tried Layu’s luck, offered the Choyu song,. And got no promotion,. And went back to the East Mountains white-headed. And once again we met, later, at the South Bridge head. And then the crowd broke up you went north to San palace. And if you ask how I regret that parting? It is like the flowers falling at spring’s end,. Confused, whirled in a tangle. May 19, 2014.
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January | 2014 | Reading to the mirror
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Reading to the mirror. Monthly Archives: January 2014. January 25, 2014. Middot; 11:30 pm. Taking Shots: The Photography of William S Burroughs. Exhibition at The Photographers’ Gallery, London. Opens 17 January 2014. January 15, 2014. Middot; 4:26 pm. Taking Shots: The Photography of William S. Burroughs. January 14, 2014. Middot; 9:58 pm. We are fallen in mostly broken pieces. Gagarina II, or the starry darkness. Northern Lights, naked and scabbardless. Lost Tribe of the Wi…. Time's Flow Stemmed. Origi...
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