Masonic temple

Normal bullshit for day three on this weird compound. What a sad and perfect life we lead.

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The red mill

I rode my bike to the top of the hill to Johnson State College yesterday afternoon and my ass was totally kicked. I walked back down with Genevieve; she was getting Haryette Mullen’s book Sleeping with the Dictionary from the library. I have it now and am going to read it when I get back tonight. I’m about to go to the bar with James.

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I’m in residency at Vermont Studio Center right now, where I’m going to try to complete a work I started in March, so that I might have a novel to sell as merch on our next band tour, per the joke I have with Mike about that. It is currently my intention to use this blog as a self-awareness check while I’m here, until the end of September.

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Pre-summer boring-blog wrapup for my records and your feed reader. I couldn’t be busier. Here’s the what’s what rundown.

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Monday, Tuesday, Thursday

So yeah. I’ve just been out cruising the old roads, rolling around in my 1995, cruising hard with my hair blowing in my 2003, overdriving a pitched up White Album through some kid’s Peavey in Savannah while my friends think it’s funny to pretend to open the jar they keep their pet Black Widow in. This is a long one with pictures.

Dali king, Tufts Library

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To be sure, there is not and cannot be a single fast wonder in the year of our wonder and sorrow 2008. I took most of last week off from the Internet and spent it in Boston. I’ve been working on my video “Strobe” and spending time in my office at 5th and Girard. Look for my longer update soon.

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Here’s a long song from the room where I keep my things, this for the week of Sunday the 24th of February of the year of our hoarse voices and saturated vision 2008.

At home with my dogs, February y.o.o.b.w.hz., 1808

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Marking time and growing my hair for Sunday the 17th of February of the year of our intuition and bewilderment 2008.

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Streaming fingers and rot for Sunday the 10th of February of the year of our diseased invincibility 2008.

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Barns I burned and pillars of light I genuflected in for the fifth Sunday, February 3rd, of the year of our mighty defeat and exultation 2008.

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