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- and last but not least for the day...
- and Morree edditting, and unix thingeys i don't un...
- apoptosis.
- ah, the dance cave.
- eeeddddiittttiiinnggggg.
- pithy preponderances from a friday night.
- and because they're all very relentless, these odd...
- hoody.
- birdy.
- today a bookmark...
- the Greater Truth.
- fashion sense.
- on the nature of misapprehended postings.
- on the Useful nature of literary pursuits.
- thoughts on specificity.
- sign outside a store.
- YYYEEEEEHHHAAAAAOOOOOYYYAYYYOOOWWEEEEEEEEE!
- SPAMMED.
- JUMPING NUTS OF CHRIST.
- the Very Worst Thing.
- word of the day.
- for the purgers amongst us.
- a clarification of the Cecily Moos Affair (or one ...
- the problem with vacations
- slightly useful.
- life in bowmanville.
- compass.
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links.
- blog the THIRD (and now it's Autumn)
- blog the SECOND (welcome to 2007)
- steflenk's bizarre and astounding dossier of illustrative genius.
- girls missguided.
- shannon gerard's bookworks: glorious viscera for discerning bibliophiles.
- willow dawson: girl pirate and extraordinary comic book artist.
- peripateticisms and whatnot by John Patrick Robichaud.
- scott. (need i say more?)
- immense paintings and visual nourishment by kari minchin.
- Brick, a literary journal. (belles lettres and more from people who aren't dead yet.
- Coach House Press. Indeed.
1 comment:
Desperately fetal. Love it. I love the hands.
Life feels like a flux between This Image and "Inner Growth".
Trick is Using the compass and climbing back out through the eyes. Tough as hell.
Boy does it suck feeling lost when the sun is shining.
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