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the carefree society rules: March 2009
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The carefree society rules. This is how i live like poetry. Caprice, mvt. one. Sarah, on the phone, sitting on the floor in the living room amidst our scattered belongings in the empty house that sheltered us for a half-week. Paul baribeau, quiet like a shadow on the right, watching ginger and her band, good luck, play a show at the kickstand bike co-op. Bananas, chris and mary's dog, which they found in tennessee, and which you must pick up when she runs away so she knows she's done wrong. A photo a day.
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the carefree society rules: winter
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The carefree society rules. This is how i live like poetry. These are my scribbled frantic thoughts:. 8 november 2009 oberlin, oh. Gabe "will, if every battle to make this world a better place were won, what would you do? Will "to me, it would mean that there would be a lot of work to do. a lot of wood to be split, a lot of food to be grown, a lot of children to be cared for, a lot of food to be processed and stored, many dances to be danced.". Will "i'm always working towards that future.". I knew all o...
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the carefree society rules: April 2008
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The carefree society rules. This is how i live like poetry. Sleep is so badly in want, but that is really very insignificant because. I am going to a secret show tonight, where exactly i do not know but i will find out soon enough i am sure. lately and today in particular, i am being retardedly ridiculous and i refuse to stop it. this is the most fun, anyway. this is the carefree society. We are our own redemption. Everyone looks absolutely soaking wet and happy here. This is taylor and me at the beach h...
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the carefree society rules: August 2009
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The carefree society rules. This is how i live like poetry. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Paul corbit brown /photo. David alan harvey [i]. David alan harvey [ii]. A photo a day.
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the carefree society rules: February 2009
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The carefree society rules. This is how i live like poetry. This is taylor, smoking like a chimney sweep, sharing cigarettes at sundown in denton. This is me, charming my way out of work with blithe and irresponsible ease, driving up to denton at four in the morning on sudden and dangerous impulse, wrecking cars on the highway with white lighters in my pocket. taylor took this, i believe. I have been afraid lately, and it is so strange. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. A photo a day.
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the carefree society rules: November 2009
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The carefree society rules. This is how i live like poetry. These are my scribbled frantic thoughts:. 8 november 2009 oberlin, oh. Gabe "will, if every battle to make this world a better place were won, what would you do? Will "to me, it would mean that there would be a lot of work to do. a lot of wood to be split, a lot of food to be grown, a lot of children to be cared for, a lot of food to be processed and stored, many dances to be danced.". Will "i'm always working towards that future.". I knew all o...
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the carefree society rules: October 2009
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The carefree society rules. This is how i live like poetry. Homeless and footsore and happy in san fran disco. Alma, val's daughter, and tug-of-war overcast in the afternoon drizzle. Vanish and clay, and aplanet, raining and sundown. Main meadow at dark-thirty at rainbow gathering. This is us in the next life, and eyes like glasses of water. My capoeista and his beating bow with obi wan at rumorz coffee. Swimming holes and primitive houses, exploring the creek. To any fucking thing you love. I am only gi...
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the carefree society rules: May 2010
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The carefree society rules. This is how i live like poetry. I miss you the most of all love. Sometimes you can hardly focus when you're fucked up. Our house when it was new and i knew your bodies. Alone with the young at summer parties rolling with shitty beers and spitting cigarettes on incandescent porches. We would ride until we were too tired to get home. When i used to get paid a dollar and spange/hr for shooting. The hard forgotten lessons. I don't want to be a charlie anymore. David alan harvey [i].
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the carefree society rules: appalachian, pt. 1
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The carefree society rules. This is how i live like poetry. Appalachian, pt. 1. This is frankie mooney. Left, a staircase leads to the remains of a house against a backdrop of bulldozed foundations in lindytown, wv. right, the inside of the shed in the above photograph collects trash and debris. these buildings, as part of the highway-side portion of lindytown, have now been completely demolished. A bouquet of roses commemorates a grave in the roberts family cemetary, which lies inside the hobet 45.