dig dog dig in earth time: happening
dig dog dig in virtual time: on hold
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THERE MUST BE SOMETHING IN THE WAY I FEEL THAT SHE DON'T WANT ME TO FEEL THE STARE SHE BARES CUT ME I DON'T CARE YOU SEE WHAT IF I BLEED I COULD NEVER CHANGE JUST WHAT I FEEL MY FACE WILL NEVER SHOW WHAT IS NOT REAL A MOUNTAIN NEVER SEEMS TO HAVE THE NEED TO SPEAK A LOOK THAT SHARES SO MANY SEEK THE SWEETEST FEELING I GOT FROM YOU THE THINGS I SAID TO YOU WERE TRUE I COULD NEVER CHANGE JUST WHAT I FEEL MY FACE WILL NEVER SHOW WHAT IS NOT REAL I COULD HAVE LIED I'M SUCH A FOOL MY EYES COULD NEVER NEVER NEVER KEEP THEIR COOL SHOWED HER AND I TOLD HER HOW SHE STRUCK ME BUT I'M FUCKED UP NOW BUT NOW SHE'S GONE YES SHE'S GONE AWAY A SOULFUL SONG THAT WOULD NOT STAY YOU SEE SHE HIDES 'CAUSE SHE IS SCARED BUT I DON'T CARE I WON'T BE SPARED I COULD HAVE LIED I'M SUCH A FOOL MY EYES COULD NEVER NEVER NEVER KEEP THEIR COOL SHOWED HER AND I TOLD HER HOW SHE STRUCK ME BUT I'M FUCKED UP NOW I COULD HAVE LIED I'M SUCH A FOOL MY EYES COULD NEVER NEVER NEVER KEEP THEIR COOL SHOWED HER AND I TOLD HER HOW SHE STRUCK ME BUT I'M FUCKED UP NOW.
C-REX/MEAN JEANS
This is (or was) C-REX, he came up around my RUFFWOODZ of Arlington, Virginia. As Richard and I attempt at planning the CIGARETTE TOUR, we got into talking about the past and looking back at the people we know, we knew, who we don't know anymore, and who we wanna know again and places we've been, can't remember, and can't wait to go to. Anyway, back to C-REX - here's one of my all time favorite "wigger rapper did it right and tight" songs: HONEY DIPPED BLUNT [video] and these photos I took in high school at a basement house show: BRENDAN SAMPLE IS NOT INVITED. 40s UP/PANTS DOWN - 2003or4 need I say more? OH and just to be clear, C-REX might be buried under a bunch of expired condoms because MEAN JEANS is the new thing. TEARS IN MY BEERS!
Maggie Burke - The Ultimate Twitter Princess,
also known as my sister beyond blood
made this wonderful GIF of Max AKA DJ DOG DICK
from photos I took this past winter.
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This young girl was in a dream last night. Still in the light, bundled up in large fresh roses, peaceful, and without worry. I saw her in 2008 at the Capuchin Catacombs in Sicily. I am pleased the imagery of her in my subconscious was vivid enough to high light the experience again. Life after death, death after life. Beauty.
I have been digging beyond the walls of this endless platform and into the lightness and darkness of the physical world. Trapped deep in thought, actions are slowly taking flight. Practicing patience is the ultimate test to my well-being and success. Be less aggressive, be less passive. Somewhere in the middle, I think I will find the truth that lies in my gut. Listening carefully to the whispers, the motion of the ocean, and the ever-changing size of the moon. I am challenged not to repeat the vicious cycles of what made me born. All will present itself with time. And there's nothing to prove besides the fact that it's okay to love myself. Everything. God is love and love is the light you stand in.
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T-REX: GIRL
O God
High in your fields above earth
Come and be real for us
You with your mind
Oh yes you are
Beautifully fine
O girl
Electric witch you are
Limp in society's ditch you are
Visually fine
Oh yes you are
But mentally dying
O boy
Just like a boat you are
Sunk but somehow you float you do
Mentally weak
Oh yes you are
But so much you speak
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