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Saturday, August 09, 2008

The Aluminum Chateau and the Secret Garden





Some scenes in my life.

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Anonymous said...

what a blessing! i'm so jealous.
what a perfect arrangment.
i have spent the past three years downsizing. trying to focus on what few treasures are really important to me.
the way most of the country lives, makes no sense to me.
this does. thank you so much for the pics. it felt like the kaliedeoscope finally stopped spinning and all the pieces settled into their symetrical asymetry.
gida

Anonymous said...

You've inspired me to reveal something about myself.
A recent page from my journal.



Male Energy / Saying NO!

Stop smiling America!

Women especially. Put away that “auto” matic wide ass grin that most of us, but especially women, plaster on, when the camera comes into range.

The mantra of:
say cheese, is full of holes. It has helped to create a culture of “nice” people who are all beginning to look alike.

Refuse to say cheese.
Refuse to eat this cheese.

A smile to be trusted, should be genuine.
It should not be automatic.

Who can trust an automatic smile?

Celebrities, you are the worst. I know that you are all supposed to be separate individuals, but you all look pretty much like Oprah Winfrey or Joan Rivers, depending on your hue. Girls and Boys.

Stop it I tell you.

Stop it right now.

It is robbing you of your soul and it is making you false to your feelings. It is soul dead to put on an automatic smile.

A smile should be genuine. It should not be plastered on for the almighty lens.

The native Americans were right about the camera that came to steal our spirit.

Say: Cheese?
Say : suck my dick !!!

Stop posing for the camera!! Stop posing and posturing for annnnny body!!!

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I live in a quaint, little town, plagued with the specter of speculation and commerce. I am trailer trash,with wishes for good dishes. I shoulda died long ago, but like a rescue dog, didn't. I am indescribably scattered. I speak three languages. I walk a tenuously, true path. I am lucky. For myself, for others. God, it is said, protects orphans, widows and the innocent.