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Larsbogart
Posted on Monday, April 15, 2002 - 8:57 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Before:
Cabin on an erie Lake. Boy with a string of fish, a chipmunk runs over his foot followed by a pet raccoon.
After:
Sleazy cabins all around the erie Lake, taverns, boom boxes, noisy drunks, oil slicks, dead fish.
Larsbogart
Posted on Monday, April 15, 2002 - 8:50 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Wow.
How did she get away with this shit?
lars Ono
Larsbogart
Posted on Monday, April 15, 2002 - 8:49 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Make a sculpture to put on a mountain
for people to see with telescopes.
-Yoko Ono
Larsbogart
Posted on Monday, April 15, 2002 - 8:47 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Count all the words in a book
instead of reading them.
-Yoko Ono
Larsbogart
Posted on Monday, April 15, 2002 - 8:46 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Hire a plane.
Invite everybody.
Ask them to write a will to you before boarding.
-Yoko ono
Larsbogart
Posted on Monday, April 15, 2002 - 8:44 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

"Send a smell to the moon"
-Yoko Ono
Verawench
Posted on Sunday, April 14, 2002 - 8:55 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

I've got the key on a red ribbon around my neck. Tonight I'll sit on the cold stairs and look at the sliver of a moon and sing at your doorstep.

Love will save us.
Larsbogart
Posted on Saturday, April 13, 2002 - 11:27 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

ok neighbor. Dont lose your key.
Verawench
Posted on Saturday, April 13, 2002 - 11:25 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

"[Ill be bottling that cold remedy soon.]"

As long as you feel better. And share the profits. Good night.

Wench
Larsbogart
Posted on Saturday, April 13, 2002 - 11:14 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Im tired but afraid to shut my eyes and sleep. I feel like the man in your first engraving. Thats Diane Arbus behind me. Clutching my heart because she's scared me to death. The astral projections, the cement ceiling that fell on me while I slept, all the tricks with the electricity, she'll finally win. Its just a matter of time.
What the hell did I do to her? She never even gave me a chance to get laid there.
It doesnt matter, she follows me. To Jackson, New Hampshire. To Cape Cod. To Miami. Now here. And shes got the internet. Id better start getting whats left of my life in order.
Have I got anything in my drawers I'd scandalize my family with? Scandalize my family? Now thats funny.
I'm afraid she's going to make me a Tod Browning freak. Left to live in a hideous body that makes people scream. Like one of her shitty photographs. Hear that Diane? Well as long as its inevitable...Im not going out without a fight.
[Ill be bottling that cold remedy soon.]
Verawench
Posted on Saturday, April 13, 2002 - 10:42 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Last one, promise:

thelipsyoupress

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