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03/31/2005 07:45 #33531

diggin up bones
I came across my first installation when I was going through old footage a couple of hours ago. The installation was about the love of sex and the fear of children. I had some guys come up and draw on my belly and when they approached my body I turned up this horrible noise of a baby(kiah) having a fit. Still it was fun for me, I was laughing. The image of my stomach was being taped and mixed with a previously made video on a monitor.

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03/27/2005 18:22 #33530

metal peter
I'd be more upset if people didn't check out my package.

03/27/2005 02:29 #33529

Guess who's coming to dinner?
Natty Dreadlocks!
I'm on a music kick. I can't stop myself. I keep searching out every song I've loved when I need to read and write instead. Mr. S. Eastwood is going to have my head on a stick.
The guess who's coming to dinner song is in my head right now. I really need a Natty in my life...
I know the song from a car wash in Atlanta. It was right down the street. Andy was always going over there and filming. He was trying to make a music video for those guys. The had band practice there at the car wash. They useta rock it, jamming loud as all get out.
Once the band leader ordered a prostitute from the newspaper. That was funny. A man has needs, you know.

I just read this somewhere (the original Natty singer)
Black Uhuru: Apparently the original lead singer, Michael Rose, now drinks his own urine for religious reasons.

I'm getting curious about Antonin Artaud. Does anyone know anything about that guy?

03/27/2005 00:03 #33528

my new favorite song
Cannonball Blues,
Why do I like these songs that mention idea's I know? like location? Buffalo?
or clothes? Overalls?

03/25/2005 14:02 #33527

bitching
I need to hide under a rock for a while. I'm fearful of disappointment. I need the wind to switch up. I need to make toast. I really need to clean my fucking apartment. It's bad here, no clean dishes, no clean clothes, no clear paths to walk in bare feet, a filled up trash can, rotting fruit in the fridge, and cigarette butts overflowing in the ash treys. hmm...
well, I went to chris barr.com, maybe he can help me.
I need food. yes, hmmmm, food.
I miss being a fetus. life was good in those days. No light to bother you when your trying to sleep. Plenty of nourishment with no effort. Lots of crazy sounds. free transportation.
maybe I shoud just watch more T.V.