Mostly automatic stream of consciousness...the kind of writing I learned from an excercise in my 8th grade english class in which we kept our pens moving for five minutes with out pausing...examining life...the state of the world...getting by on a tight budget...persuing interests in architecture, art, economics and trying to cobble out a life worth living.
lundi, février 20, 2006
He knew a fair bit about horses, and little bit about Indians. And he heard about the terrible winter up there. But what he saw was worse than he expected. phote taken with my lovely mini dv camera
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