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Monday, July 30, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
LAKE 2K12
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| TOTAL BABES |
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| Sara told me later that Marcia can't smile without closing her eyes. She is functionally blind when she is happy. |
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| Walken on a boat |
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| There isn't one picture of Emily in the Malibu where she looks happy to be there |
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| My view |
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| I didn't realize this at the time but I think Marcia is holding the steering wheel here |
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| Here we go again |
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| Toni has binoculars so he can see everyone else waaaayy down at his feet |
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| Skewer everything. |
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| NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRDDDD |
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| Richard crashed into the neighbours tin boat |
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| Don't mess with the posse |
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| I'm look like the nerd, actually |
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| Emily getting zen |
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| Cool looken guys |
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| Having fun at the lake |
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| Bunch a little dudes a round all this majesty and what not |
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
8th Avenue
I had a weird experience on my bike today. I wrote a poem about it but it's unfinished
8th Avenue
Along 8th avenue
from high above the familiar skyline
of glass towers thrusting like crystals
and dragging along the painted blue ceiling
I make my descent
The city quickly passes behind the trees
out of my view
and I find myself in a foreign place
Somewhere hot and bright and clean
Where knotted electrical cables
cast criss crossing shadows
on construction scarred streets
Sucking in thin air
I feel like ive never been here
but I know it from photographs that I've seen
At night I come back
pedaling up the 8th avenue hill
And in the mild dark air
I never turn to look behind
but up
to see the stars flowing like syrup
behind the trees
8th Avenue
Along 8th avenue
from high above the familiar skyline
of glass towers thrusting like crystals
and dragging along the painted blue ceiling
I make my descent
The city quickly passes behind the trees
out of my view
and I find myself in a foreign place
Somewhere hot and bright and clean
Where knotted electrical cables
cast criss crossing shadows
on construction scarred streets
Sucking in thin air
I feel like ive never been here
but I know it from photographs that I've seen
At night I come back
pedaling up the 8th avenue hill
And in the mild dark air
I never turn to look behind
but up
to see the stars flowing like syrup
behind the trees
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