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Friday, June 10, 2011  
It has been a while.
Someone close to me died and I am just beginning to catch my breath ...again.
I have been doing a lot of healing art. Most of it is too sad to show online. It is sacred and private.
I will be back.

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Monday, September 11, 2006  

Today we relive the 9/11 Tragedy. I do not feel that we need to relive it anymore than I personally don’t need to relive the deaths of my parents when I was a teenager. Both events are etched deeply in my soul. I struggle with both issues on a daily basis. On a personal level I have learned to move forward toward healing. On 9/11 we have continued the tragedy with the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. More die every week. Sickness infiltrates every aspect of our lives. Our country is not healthy.

Stop.

Heal.

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Sunday, September 03, 2006  

The Rivers Team: Joan and Melissa. Two homely women that dress badly. Who better to be fashion tastemasters? Perfect in this Age of Mediocrity

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Friday, September 01, 2006  

some scumbag Liberians have placed a dialer program in my computer. thanks for the $330 phone bill. pay your own bills!

does anyone know how to get rid of this extra connection? i have tried everything.

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Sunday, August 27, 2006  

to bobby (or whatever your real name is)

mess up your life? you ungrateful cad.

don't know you. never did.

seriously. you suck.

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Thursday, February 02, 2006  


I ordered it in December, through amaazon. It arrived yesterday.
She Wants Revenge
they are so good I haven't even been able to get through the album. Oh yes, TEAR YOU APART is what this woman wants from a lover. I suspect a lot of other women gets scorchy over that song too.
"these things", "spend the night" lots of good music here. Get it and get happy!

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Thursday, January 26, 2006  


man-O-man I love images! ART & WORDS = MY WHOLE LIFE
One day when I am needing an exhaustive project to tame me down I will do an image an hour here, performance art. Watch me crash.

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There was a time when I was a truth-seeker. I got over that. Truth shifts and becomes different and is hard to hang onto because it is always being replaced with a higher truth, so I am trying to go for THE BIG LIE now. It's very American.

Please congratulate me.

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James Frey, Oprah, and now "Night" gets in the MIX



Oprah must be pulling her hair out.

Now she has picked Elie Weisel's "Night" as her book-club selection. "Night" is consiered "a novel so real it sounds like a memoir." It was written in the 50s. So here we go again.

I know two "I pulled my toenails out with a pliers" writers, one in Chicago, the other in New York, who must be kicking their own asses for not calling their books memoirs instead of fiction. They missed the chance at becoming bazillionaires.

Part of the problem with writing, if you want success, is that you need to make it BIG. The BIG, outrageous story wins. So you "embellish."

Then comes along the fact-checkers and they screw everything up for you. So...here's the secret!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS BIG........perk up your ears (or eyeballs)......

Play out your fantasy on a template of reality. At least get the towns right, the colors of the prision uniforms, the streets...all of that REAL stuff that can't be changed, then make up names like Slinky and Wombat for your characters...you know NICKNAMES.Just say none of youse guys ever used REAL names.

Make it big. Men, and some women, really dig that hard-boiled crap..."I jammed his hand into the deep-fat fryer, a million degrees of hogfat, and what came out was a burnt bowling-ball of flesh."

Hahahahaha...fuck I should write the book myself.

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