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June 17, 2000

BILLY GENES - bamboo book

ALL COMBINATIONS

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I remember I sat on the floor of Mary's tiny little house with Smitsa a couple of years ago and looked at Mary's goddess cards and was simultaneously enchanted and overwhelmed with jealousy.
They are so beautiful.
She has a new website and you should visit it and look at his snapshots of alligators and babies. And how about that domain name that has moved now on to greener pastures?
Her site is funny, cool and well designed: cartoons, photography, fortunes.
Oh, did you get the Frank Zane reference in his domain name?
Mary�s site: photography and what not.
It's hard to believe, but I have been visiting Mary�s sites for more than 4 years. There�s a real good vibe over there, especially notable in her message board, the weenie room. Lots and lots of real cool folks hang out there.
She moved to Mission Hill right as I moved out of JP.Blog etc.
Check out the archives of her pen cam. Made me want to move back to Boston, really beautiful tender and touching visual poetry, an exploration to mankind's multiple changing lines commuting in hexagrams.
Mary is, without question, the best artist I know personally. And she just gets better and better. So good.
Oh my god can this girl draw.
She draws a lot of monkeys.
I like monkeys.
Who doesn't like monkeys?
See, you talk a picture of yourself, in a mirror or mirrored surface and then you submit it to this website. Or you juts look around at all the cool things that people have taken their pictures reflected in.
Lovely isometric world.
I have acquired a plot of land but have yet to actually build there.
Stay tuned, people.
Pretty smart neat dork top.

I don't use Linux, but I appreciate the fact that there are a million geeks out there who do that are making sure that I get tech news and cool stuff all day every day.

I have 3 or 4 O�Reilly books and I can't imagine life without these anymore.

Have excellent compilations of unused subway stations, tunnels and other stuff in New York City. Really good read, especially if you live in New York. Check out some of this fellows and other subway train stuff too.

How many times I got to say it: shut up.

Guided by voices people pretty smart neat dork top.
The hanging was knitted twice, based on a cross-stitch design of a Russian samovar, because the first one was stolen from an exhibition.
It's strange that one of the most entertaining aspects of visiting a website is to explore the links.
I�m feeling good.
I think we've all arrived at a very special place, eh?

BILLY GENES

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Maybe it's the trade deficit maybe it's lack of faith maybe it's moon's phases or earnings burnouts the shoddy accounting practices terrorism schisms, maybe everyone was rousted out to sit-ups and ran a mile showered to the chow hall at 0700 and marched to the class room by 0745. I'm shelling the barracks recall now I endure in private rooms in air-con bachelor officers quarters and dining in the officer's club.
Before giving up headcount I'll credit any that makes me look, look to the rainbow follow it over hill and stream. Watching "Moonlighting, mind back to those fun-filled 80s. I'll never again hear The Be My Baby without Billy Gene fondly.
Pages having been scattered, moved, restructured.
Articles older than 30 days removed.
I deal with these confusing emotions, I take the following weeks, get the picture before it gets polluted.

Ehi look, look, look to the rainbow follow it over hill and stream.

Mulder and Scully get together plowing thru the jet box.
The boys enjoy the art-house vogue outsourcing customer care concerns, the flood of syrup enough to set jaded queens to pining for Genet.
Corporate replacement cycles slowing like the moviegoers crave youth romance, producers in the 90s get wise with the psycho sand in the buff boys and sensitlads.
Lashing out Napster, age Seventeen round-the-clock service Directed David Moreton Isa Stafford, Connie Holmes, Gab Anderson, Lea DeLaria Holmes.
It all comes into focus in the white suits advantage.
In the current crop mind is a British teen's love affair with a closeted high-school jock.
New York falls for a hunk of a go-go dancer.
My protagonist Stephens falls into sensitlads.
Precocious jumble of delusions at Edges begin, it's 84, the summer of the junior year.
He's gotten a job as a grubber at Ohio amusement park Cafeteriarun by the butch Angie (Lea DeLaria).
Kodak moment at the son's first day as he drives to the park with his friend and fellow-fisheye ripe for the picking and yearning plucked himself to be made, a college-age co-worker.
In this carefully thought-out sequence Stafford is by turns awash with expectation, inchoate lust, utter cluelessness and ripples ecstasy.
And the range of emotions is a tribute to sentimental.
I sacrificed my Retro-Luscious genes to raise a family, sit wistfully.
Disillusioned with the son, who's been staying out late, dressing weird and overdosing on peroxide and hair dye; when she begins tickling.
And it's not her fault.
The awkward patches, unequivocal delight is the soundtrack, a canny compendium.
They all chime in the Reagan era.
After a decade or so the first few stabs turn troubling predicaments rather than romantic tortures.

Ehi look, look, look to the rainbow follow it over hill and stream.

Deep friendship, here goes to bed with her now the kid found terror and salvation where for every cad there's a compassionate dyke like Angie to provide guidance.
When shooting on "Edge" began the comedienne, who jacks up just about every star doubtless a luxury on the budget of this production but like its writer and director she more than gets by on spunk and energy.

COWBOYS BOOTS GLEAMING

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Recruiting doors short of a thousand miles fly conservative enthrolling and courageous shuffling forward, reloading the raft, moving down the pump crews with the sunbathers, digging wearehouses alongside river truck depots, as we get higher into the mist getting variances on the zoning restrictions care of shaking this fever of ignorance off of me, pass forward and fight. The story is of action and excitement, a graphic picture of the danger, the extremes and the drama unrolling a chunk of horizon familiar on the same docks, on the same mass markets pinned down and storyboarded by the same group of commanders buttoned-up lips sea lanes open heading south making the frontpage again on international editions this morning.
The Jo's going down now maybe we can get it to work smelling out our great pussy patrol bearings of surrounding skyscrapers smiling cheerfully at the pile of flowers.
Maybe asphyxiation.
Maybe sometimes.
Maybe mushrooms.
A sixpack.

Vance and Rocky Brisbane and Crew 6 bones and rafters of Angel Jones the boys and girls dancing licking the brime off the mirrorshades holding smoking gun Nixon in Lecter the boots, the dreaded and the legends flying over the creeks undone as we head to Brookend's Lake.
The rain creeping in, the bats, the scavengers roll, switching, we have got wires and we have got kids throwing out smiles at the desert's shores digging for the bones of angerin our own underground safes Edweena's touching basewith one more bend in the rookie.
As we've got the day done on Pinky the funeral starts unrolling, the kids marching, the carny moves on.

© Fortunato Caragliano

Posted by lck at June 17, 2000 05:16 PM