There will be a glueoff on Staten Island tonight. We are supposed to be gluing bridges made of balsam wood. Everyone is supposed to have a different glue product to use. I have this stuff called ‘Almost the best glue 2.’ No one has any idea if there was a one. I find Gorilla glue…
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RA’S sTRAnge Strings is lovable..sort of like an old baby planet hiccough
http://www.dustedmagazine.com/reviews/3789 this is what they crack it up to be….. sweet space butterblack toast
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I saw this ad while looking for sneakers..very confusing..
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Fugitive Baton Summer 2007 – selected imagery
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The M Shanghai String band playing under the protection of the Sidney Jonas Band Shell. The date was 19 of August 2007; the last of ‘A Fugitive Baton Summer’ performance festival had come. Late Coney Island rain fell on the Hennessey Triangle making relay races impractical. I had defeated my brother (Carlo Maltempi) in the first…
Now, play me all the songs you know
Then you are alone in that house…Mountainville, NY. You are being interrogated by a piece of sculpture by Louise Bourgeois, you haphazerdly trip upon a description of an Agnnes Martin Painting…. You have an urge to travel to Flagstaff… You still have an intense…intestinal disgust for the trappings of knick knack art poopoo, love for…
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we smoke your women with our cheap mouths
As my old Polish liquor salesman in Queens used to say in his mock Rennaisance accent: “Have fun with this.” baton relay races with live music sunday august 19, 2007 noon til 5pm at asser levy park in coney island, brooklyn
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Your mother is not your mother. Her hair is always wet and new and red, opal towel wrapped creatively over portions of it. You are almost paranoid, trying to find the pedals of that bike with flailing feet. You just barley remember you were on this 2 speeder as rail road crossing arm cuts the air in all it’s Lemon Green diagonal striped…