" it's odd, this absence of everything "

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too much stuff. family in the south and that trip, khao lak tourist "volunteers" and how much they help out...and drink, the seedart project gallery exhibition and how three of my prints have sold (for charity 100%) which is rad, friends, horrible bangkokian fluorescent lighting veiled as progressive; it's new beginnings beginning again and again in every moment.

ever have a blank first month of the year, where everything happens and you're so overwhelmed, that you just can't record any of it?

well yes, then i promise to get back to you on just what happened this past month, at least by the end of this year.

tonight's homework:

read "the mimic men" by v.s. naipaul and let it blow the proverbial pants off of your brain.

i mean it.

pant's brain.

yes.

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