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A day of house painting, today. Then servicing the community by being Boo's pillow. Recently, Rob and I finally chilled.

Robot Nakai

We stopped by the gas station which we are watching dissintigrate little by little. Amidst the shattered glass and foul excrement, we found some dead roses.


Then we went back to the Tewa Moulding Co. It was Rob's first time there, I was honored to take him. It's growing on me a bit. Every time I go there, I like it a little more. This time, though, I have to say it was creepy as heck. I'm glad Rob and I were using the buddy system. The wind was making all those steel bay-doors creak against each other as if there were someone there with us. Behind every pitch corner, someone waited.

Golden Hour Begets Purple

Back at the Tewa Moulding Co, there's broken glass all over the floor but the place hasn't been trashed in the same way that gas station has. Homeless people could still stay there. When I become homeless, I'll probably stay there. And I will keep a sharpened stick so all the things that kill cats out there will stay away from Boo and me.

KK Swirls

Solo tags it up. I wonder what to make of the spray paintery in abandoned places. Is it always just practice? Who is it meant to be seen by? Other practitioners? The bigger pieces make sense, but the smaller written things, I particularly do not understand. But I don't think it's bad.

Solo in White

Holy Grany Album Resides Beside Conveyor Belta

The Box- I watched it, I am watching it. How odd it is. It's not what I was expecting at all, I mean that as a compliment. I just hope it's not gonna go all the way over the good-movie line into they-messed-this-up territory.

Each piece of media reflects the particular woes and paranoias of our group consciousness. "Invasion of the Body Snatchers", the original, can be interpreted as fear of Communism among one's neighbors. The remake reflects fear of the establishment (the government agents have been body snatched, after all), and the third remake reflects something else still. Lately I've been wondering- what do the movies of today reflect about us?

Fear that our souls are eroding?
That we're on the brink of utter collapse?
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Hi honeys.

Here are some of my Polaroids from lately.

This one's from a long time ago, at the gas station. It reminds me of David, probably just because he used to work at a gas station. David, if you still read this thing, I hope you're doing good and I miss you, buddy!


More Polaroids from high school gals to Santa Fe )

Gas Station

Nov. 8th, 2009 04:40 pm
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Chemistry's Just How You're Wired.


Best Seat In The House

Here's more from that abandoned gas station.
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Found a old abandoned gas station on 4th. You can walk right in- no locks. There's a mattress, a lot of empty booze bottles, some lousy graffiti, and a plastic gallon-bottle full of tea bags brewing.

People spent entire days there, entire months. Maybe entire years. Now the only people to see the inside of it are people who are up to no good.

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