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ARCHIVES ARE OFTEN THUMBNAILS: friends

i want miracles in minneapolis.

I walked thousands of steps from my sister’s hospital bed to these tall silly things, stuck like ice picks in the Mississippi riverbend… trying to make sense of 2007.

sort of a selfportrait, july 20.

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Thank you, Will, for the treats.
You’re always too nice to me.

the sound of summer.

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I stumbled on these two while on my way home from Sunday wanderings. I turned a corner & there it was.. the sound of summer. Ferocious & run through a car-battery amplifier on a sunny street downtown. I danced in place while being sunburnt on one side of my face for a long time. These two were so perfectly loud, w/a drumbeat that overran your heartbeat.

In between songs, Francisco & I smoked & spoke about music, the city & all its lovely kids w/out any money. He said they’d forgone a day of jamming in Dolores Park to come downtown w/the deep-pocket shoppers. It seemed to be working. Many people came & went, danced & went, paid & went. At one point, a guy went apeshit dancing all over the sidewalk & then threw his crackpipe into the busking box! What a gesture.

This nice girl Lynzi & I stayed for the whole set.. by which time the sun had disappeared.

Unless you go as deep as possible, I do not see the point of anything. Selah.

old post.

This polaroid was mailed to my good friend Reid.

b.e.s.t. ii

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Every photograph, an epiphany.