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ecomium: modern day conservation
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I went to save th Peace River. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Fsj poetics research group. Borderside (from th lakeside sessions). Second annual Paddle for the Peace. Electro-dream(or, th spaces b-w her toes are like . I was going nowhere when. La carovana della violenza [outake no. 27]. B antisocial [from th bp sessions]. Donna Kane has some interesting new posts on her s. This weekend I learnd that sitting around a campfi. I cant wait until John gets to the part about mo. Dont be a doctor!
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ecomium: borderside (from th lakeside sessions)
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Borderside (from th lakeside sessions. Wood and margaritas says here. Are only cool kids. a Jackson. Triggs kind of evening says. Solo style / rock on. Just abt to fire up october road. had a wonderful…. Wood says it cld be even better. I’ve also been in. To th wine. in th dead of night, solo style says. To fall asleep w-perfect. ha ha…. To be honest says I feel so confused. th word is screaming –. Sounds amazing, says, I was drinking yellowtail tonight. that’s. For you, that dream. Dont be a doctor!
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ecomium: M-K Artist Camp
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FORT ST JOHN - Artists partaking in the Muskwa Kechika (M-K) Artist Camp set off into the wilderness on Friday morning, and this year the journey is marked by a strong First Nations element. The camp, now in its second year, takes 12 artists from across Canada and for one week sets them in the heart of the M-K where they travel by horse, cook over an open fire and let loose their creative minds. Jungen, who went to camp a day early, is perhaps best known for the “Prototypes of New UnderstandingR...
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ecomium: I was going nowhere when
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I was going nowhere when. To th cop that pulld me over. On my regrets. “we’re no one w-o some. One, he said, th memories in my head. Straight lines and a new moon. he gave me a ticket for going. Devil beside me on th’alaska highway. When I’ve been drinking. th lake. Lines are quiet and I’ll just. So far I’ve had more than enough time to kill,. Confess, or in th city lights. Change. but how can we. Forget what I did last weekend. just b-c. Some people can start over again -. Give me a ticket and move on.
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ecomium: power is alluring to those who (absinth:444)
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Power is alluring to those who (absinth:444). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Fsj poetics research group. Power is alluring to those who (absinth:444). Every day / any more. View my complete profile.
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I, Soapbox: March 2006
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Saturday, March 11, 2006. In my basement suite. Posted by Heather Glasgow @ Saturday, March 11, 2006. Posted by Heather Glasgow @ Saturday, March 11, 2006. I’ll sew a pocket with. Fishing line, a needle. I will place for hardening. An image of my lover. Slid into black silt. Posted by Heather Glasgow @ Saturday, March 11, 2006. Wednesday, March 08, 2006. I promised myself in the thaw. That I would sip more tea,. Take a few hours for china. And travel in the elliptic swirl of. Off the lip of a tiny cup.
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mumbled words turn: for cloe
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Here is some of the stuff i have been working on. Friday, April 24, 2009. She’s tired of going to church. At the corners of her eyes. She knows she shouldn’t do it. It’s a recurring theme in her life. She always falls for men. Who have coloured hair. An anomaly in a northern climate. Sometimes she finds prizes. She keeps going back to. Like the parking lot. She fooled around in. While a concert was getting out. In the building across the street. Streams of people walking by. Looking through the crowd for.
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mumbled words turn: peek oil
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Here is some of the stuff i have been working on. Friday, April 24, 2009. Driving down the price of oil. A new kind of kinetic energy. I’m not saving myself. I’m saving myself. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Closer to the microphone. Bitch tried to eat my sandwich. Don’t tell anyone. Just a little bit. Speaking of love tokens. The kindness of strangers. You should watch me play parcheesi. Follow me on Twitter.
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mumbled words turn: found poem
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Here is some of the stuff i have been working on. Friday, April 24, 2009. Speak louder than words. Might as well write if I can’t sleep. I have a typewriter in my basement. In case there’s an apocalypse. Yeah it hurt but it made me feel like a rockstar. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Closer to the microphone. Bitch tried to eat my sandwich. Don’t tell anyone. Just a little bit. Speaking of love tokens. The kindness of strangers. You should watch me play parcheesi.
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ecomium: electro-dream(or, th spaces b-w her toes are like freeways)
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Or, th spaces b-w her toes are like freeways). If you love me. If you leave me I hope you live forever then. Or maybe me drink talk a little so. Less afraid right now. they. Are with their father. In th garden of myself. Th suspects peeld back my skin. I maybe. light bones. I am a strong girl. I am a strong girl. I am a strong girl. I am a strong girl. I am a strong girl. I am a strong girl. You are seeing things (contact. And you say th things. A skinhead bathroom corpse. A green apple soakd in bleach.
