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not many places to run to | THE FAMILY

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Not actual murder. Just music. Not many places to run to. How would you describe yourself in 3 words? Athletic, funn, sweet. How many tattoos do you have and what do they look like? I have two. myy first one is on myy hip, which is a heart with leopard print inside. and myy second one is on myy left hand in between myy thumb and index finger and is a ribbon. What one thing are you exceptionally good at? Best date you’ve ever been on? Has anyone ever come up with any nicknames for you? Probablyy “ma...

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THE FAMILY | Not actual murder.. Just music. | Page 3

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Not actual murder. Just music. To Be Able to Say. Rolf and Elsa Von Eckartsberg. Some Anecdotal Evidence of Something. It’s hard to describe, I mean, it’s a little like falling. It’s like falling the longest distance in the shortest amount of time. It’s a little like when you are walking in a dream and you trip, and the sensation of tripping wakes you from the dream, and you feel disoriented. But it’s not exactly that. Actually meant ‘pertaining to the nervous system’ (. Actually, the first time I tried ...

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11 | Destroying the Evidence

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This is cactus land. When I wake up my house will be home. November 22, 2012. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Laquo; Previous Post.

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Nothing at all | Destroying the Evidence

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This is cactus land. Out here there are stars in the half-light, but not waiting around for us to make shapes out of emptiness they actively constellate, drawing in closer and closer to that center image which is your lips, softly parted and slightly moist, gently pulling your soul back in while you sleep. The blood pumps behind my eyes in a single morse-code rhythm it’s taken me weeks to decrypt: I miss you I miss you I miss you, it beats, I miss you I miss you I miss you. August 11, 2012.

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You have to take it at face value | Destroying the Evidence

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This is cactus land. You have to take it at face value. That all of this is intended. Proceed at your own risk and see the link below for newer work, ever changing, constantly destroying and destroyed. March 22, 2013. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Laquo; Previous Post.

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Ambergris | Destroying the Evidence

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This is cactus land. August 11, 2012. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Laquo; Previous Post. Next Post ». Vinyl Is My Copilot.

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Maybe new? | Destroying the Evidence

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This is cactus land. A strange political project. December 13, 2012. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Laquo; Previous Post.

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Manufactured Content | Destroying the Evidence

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This is cactus land. When the sea first parted. So men could walk through. For they can’t live so wet). The north side uncurled first. Drew back over the teeth. Of the ocean floor. And its dead fish. For they can’t live so dry). In a one-sided snarl. You know the kind. All dog-breath and bully disgust. Chalk it up to magnetic poles. In brine or the cycles of the moon. Men have made excuses for centuries. But the fact is you have never written me. And we all know. Are too easily forgotten. August 28, 2012.

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Proclamation without Pretension | Destroying the Evidence

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This is cactus land. MUSICIANS SMASH YOUR INSTRUMENTS. BLIND MEN take the stage. THE SYRINGE is only for my understanding. I write because it is. Natural exactly the way I piss the way I’m sick. ART NEEDS AN OPERATION. Art is a PRETENSION warmed by the. TIMIDITY of the urinary basin, the. We are in search of. The force that is direct pure sober. UNIQUE we are in search of NOTHING. We affirm the VITALITY of every IN-. At this moment I hate the man who whispers. Before the intermission-eau de cologne-.

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Bits n bobs | Destroying the Evidence

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This is cactus land. We took the hard round disks. Of our sadness,. Made the sign of the cross. Between each others’ teeth. With time came the awful realization. That we didn’t matter, in the end. Dust to dustiness,. And as our stomach acid. Destroyed what was left. The old dogs died. And children unborn were forgotten. In favor of those. Choosing is a bloody business,. But we have always loved messes. And all I have to say is that. Should I have to choose,. You will not choose. September 23, 2012.