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Last Updated: 9/24/2009

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City: Detroit
State: Michigan
Country: US
Signup Date: 6/8/2007

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Friday, July 13, 2007 

Category: Friends
your page is cool,  mine sucks, nobody would ever guess you sell cameras, how do you block off that portion of  your brain and keep it pure, keep it yours .... for sure somebody sometime wanted to own it ... use it up with running their errands .... use it up with trying to make you feel guilty for not being good enough, not being smart enough, not being thick enough - but no bart, you staked out a little plot of land, over near the border ...... then you put up a sign, keep the fuck away from me cuz i gots shit to take care of ..... ultimate jewboy saint ..... yeah the PALE SAINT(s) ... i axed you to be a mySpace bud, even tho am just a tweeker worker daddy worry wart ... my boss is pokin a splintered broom stick up me arse .... plz one more time bossLady
 
droopy
moonpuppy ear
1:09 PM 
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Wednesday, July 11, 2007 

Category: Writing and Poetry
"I love to worry about composition when I play. There is no other way to know if someone is talented or not, outside of whether what he plays hangs together in a composite form.
How else can we tell? Whether he's drumming, singing, whistling, dancing or whatever, it must hang together.
And if it doesn't, I can't see how people read things into it. On what basis do they judge talent—reading ability, how fast he can run the notes? Out of a symphony of 180 musicians, there's liable to be three that have talent. They can all play their instruments beautifully that has nothing to do with having talent.
Talent is something that very few people have, really. And there are no geniuses. Maybe Louis and Duke are something in jazz. But they keep throwing these words around. If Albert Einstein is a genius, for example, how can Albert Ayler be a genius? It's ridiculous. It doesn't make any sense.
There's more talent than there are geniuses, but not everybody was born to write or play. I think they'd be much better off if they would just try to love what they're doing, forget all the meaningless words, and let the axe fall where it may." 
 
Ruby Braff
Jazz Musician
3:07 AM 
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Thursday, June 21, 2007 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Hovering (unfolding a word)

implies more than it explicitly says.

The offer accepted

an additional dimension,

Sheer isolation

bouncing awkwardly

was a new perspective

(freshness before you leave).

 

Ponch

1:23 PM 
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Monday, June 11, 2007 

Category: Art and Photography

"To test" does not mean "to teach".  Rugged individualism monogrammed a desert educating young people as they approach the meeting place in order to excercise their constitutionally guaranteed right to assemble ways to add to their knowledge. Taste buds had to be cauterized.  Driving has suddenly changed.  Pilgrims that never showed up, default measurment, immaculately dressed, impeccably groomed, shuffling uncertainty, suspicious of people who claim to read dictionaries for pleasure (victims with no socks) still in pajamas trying to decide the most sinister word in the english language.

Ponch

2:31 AM 
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