dead meat.
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the blahg is dead.
r.i.p. blahg.
i won’t say forever.
forever is a really long time.
more like frozen solid.
canepari loves you all.
buenas nachos!
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the magic (marker) manifesto.
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happiness is the real proof.
magic (marker) and life.
life and magic (marker).
only cannibalism unites us.
handle serpents from both ends.
sing-in-(cow)tongues.
drink the poison and the elixir at the same time.
try not to overthink it.
consequences and kerosene.
eventually it all burns.
no matter fucking what,
grip the underground wires with both hands.
hold on to those wires no matter how goddamn electric they seem.
whatever it fucking takes.
happiness is the real proof.
breathe with your diaphragm.
spend more time underwater.
stay away from newspapers.
the following is not the answer.
“the flight from tedious states. against urban scleroses. against Conservatives and speculative boredom.”
the answer is the opposite.
spit on your own food.
ride in the passenger seat.
eat pizza in bed.
kiss a magician on the forehead.
ignore the wolves (no matter how much you want to talk about them).
sing the love of danger (danger of love!).
the habit of energy and rashness.
whatever it fucking takes.
twenty 12 is here.
no to glory holes!
yes to panoramas!
not not.
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glory holes!
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turkey trot.




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good and terrible,
as they say.
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the freak from the creek.
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3 notes on sam peckinpah.
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he hated woman,
he believed men were inherently violent
and
he made movies (and snorted a bunch of yay).
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3 notes about amateur boxing nights in appalachian west virginia.
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the woman are on loan from hooters,
the men are violent
and
i took some photos (but alas, no yay).
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connection?
probably not.
what of it?
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too strong
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