tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187473242011-07-13T22:11:32.723-07:00flyingfishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139763856502443107noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747324.post-22552673756407994792007-07-12T20:46:00.001-07:002007-07-12T20:46:22.874-07:00

it is only a test

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07683372751295908339noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747324.post-23215330924279877292007-07-12T20:45:00.001-07:002007-07-12T20:45:17.301-07:00

this is a test of the feed buddy

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07683372751295908339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747324.post-1143014276741247562006-03-21T23:57:00.000-08:002006-03-22T13:31:09.260-08:00

He is like a glass elephant with his tusks torn off, all rattled. That's what happens to you when you live by the track I guess, all those stares creeping over the scoreboard amplified by the flashing lights, eventually you feel like the hooker that got too old and razzled to hook and so she just pretends in the mirror with nothing on but tattered pumps and a swatch. I didn't save it. I was

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07683372751295908339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747324.post-1143011266798340972006-03-21T23:04:00.000-08:002006-03-22T13:34:17.533-08:00

I know by now not to worry about that shipment cause it ain't comin in. I'm thinking, maybe, mondie er (pause) tusedie. Yeah not today though. (Long pause) gonna rain today. I can smell it.Who the fuck wrapped this box? Get Applbaum over here, he fucked it up again, how many times do I have to tell that cocksucker not to throw the packages.Ain't really today's shipment I'm worried about. They got

Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07683372751295908339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747324.post-1133932366845932182005-12-06T21:11:00.000-08:002005-12-24T15:12:50.266-08:00

Taking A StandShahazda GofranI was walking back and forth in the hallway of Mahidol University, scratching my skull, my thoughts swirling,"What if I have no job." I looked outside at the wooden cafeteria where the co-teachers had gathered around for a strike. Some of them were sitting at benches in the cafeteria and some were standing. They were wearing colorful ties and holding briefcases

flyingfishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10139763856502443107noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18747324.post-1131440404397597592005-11-08T00:45:00.000-08:002005-11-08T09:29:28.136-08:00

Premise When talking about his work, performance artist Stelarc refers to himself as "the body." He does so to separate his medium (body) from his conceptual functions. He sees the body as a vehicle through which he can express his ideas much like a painter uses paint mediums to create a painting on a support (be it canvas, paper...). A painting exists as a painting with or without an audience.

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