In the immortal words of David Hasselhoff, "this is a mess." I mean. . . You see, I just saw the James Ensor exhibit at the MoMA (go!) and Francis Bacon at the Met (you slept, its over) last Thursday and riding my bike back from the bus station I past WHYY's scrolling message on 10th Street and it said Michael Vick had just signed with the Eagles and , and , and . . . E. A. G. L. E . S. go!
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
I once made a stencil which read, "YOUR TRASH RUNS INTO YOUR SOUL!" and painted it by the sewer grates in my neighborhood.
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Saturday, August 1, 2009
"If love be courtesy refined,
And you be civil in profusion,
That you will to my hopes prove kind,
Is but a natural conclusion." - Antonio's Song, Don Quixote pt I, chapter XI
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