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New Scanner//Late Summer

Got a Canon LIDE 220 scanner for scanning drawings and other flat objects I can fit between it’s jaws. A big advantage over having to stage photographs of things. Which was a tremendous drag. Full spectrum light and quality cameras … Continue reading

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La Serenidad

    Fuck Blogger’s inability to post things with images in them. It’s horseshit. I”m so sick of it. Never got it to work. Need to fix things. So many things to fix. Needs fixing. My town was covered in … Continue reading

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Murderfingers: The Soul of Ruin

Murderfingers: The Soul Of Ruin. Cursed fingerprints that turn everything to shit with a touch. [installments to the Destrudo Pages] A touch, a word, anything at all, intent is not important, like a single infectious bacterium. Everywhere you go, Everyone … Continue reading

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Icy Stars [fresh out of lives]

“You stole my attention for 10 seconds. I spent it staring at your ass. Now, I’m going to steal 10 of your seconds, and you’re going to spend them afraid and confused.”  Memorable thought. I get short bursts of sleep … Continue reading

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New shack \\ Mother’s day.

I’ve moved to a new part of town. The move makes it feel like I’ve moved to a new city completely. A place that I don’t recognize at all. Tremblings of doubt when I’m riding home after work. “Is this … Continue reading

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Collages, DVDASA podcast

                  I’ve been listening to these podcasts for days now, they’re exactly what I need to be hearing during the day. Not the rise and fall tumult of a shuffled playlist, but … Continue reading

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A map of 3 deaths and one birth: Sid, Nancy, and Joan Vollmer, and I.

A map of three public deaths with circumstances that teeter on the edge of being lost to time. Retained only by the recollections and investigations of third-parties. John Simon Ritchie (a.k.a Sid Vicious) dies in 63 Bank Street, Lower Manhattan, … Continue reading

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