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1.17.2005THE TREE HOUSE AT THE END OF THE WORLD. From one of the public gardens on Avenue B, down the street from my apartment. It looms over the street like some Mad Max-ian monument to lost childhood. There's today, and then tomorrow, and then I'm back in Huntsville for a week of delayed christmas with the family and playing catch up with friends. Lots to do before catching a plane Wednesday morning. Got to secure a new job, finish an article, break a few things and generally force life in New York into a holding position until I get back. I'm looking forward to the downtime, though. And sleeping. I miss the sleeping. And Honest-to-God, I'm going to start updating soon. Big stuff with words and pictures to be seen at the latest while I'm on vacation, if not before I leave. Headspace weather patterns and pop song logic with a dash of Shitty Pictures With Pretty Lights. To my audience of four: You are not forgotten. You are all my modestly hot girls that got me through the hard times. 02.04 03.04 04.04 05.04 06.04 07.04 08.04 10.04 11.04 12.04 01.05 02.05 03.05 04.05 05.05 06.05 07.05 08.05 10.05 11.05 12.05 01.06 02.06 03.06 04.06 06.06 07.06 08.06 |
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