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"If I could do it, I’d do no writing at all here. It would be photographs; the rest would be fragments of cloth, bits of cotton, lumps of earth, records of speech, pieces of wood and iron, phials of odors, plates of food and excrement… a piece of the body torn out by the roots might be more to the point." -James Agee

27.8.08

my anxieties are pinwheels trapped in my rigid frame.

they long to breathe like these...
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14.8.08

Memory play




Funny how surrealism screws with the brain. It taps into the parts we never exercise.
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