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Pete Magritte

I am here for Friends and Networking

About Me

Ghost hunter, lost soul, book fiend, almost-famous writer, musician, secret 7-year-old stuntman, giver of ghost tours of old San Francisco, Scrabble player, California apocalyptic minimalist who knows that every day is already like Sunday.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Memories imprinted upon the fabric of time. The lost. Others who have a strange fascination with that dark period of time known as the 1940s.
I also want to meet Evel Knievel.

My Blog

Sunny

My friend Sunny Perkins died this week from severe injuries sustained in an automobile accident far too horrible for me to describe.  She was an artist.  She was a dancer.  She was unbe...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

Butterflies

Here's to a more beautiful world. (Or at least one that's a little easier to understand.)
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

Mon espoir

Pour que tout soit consommé, pour que je me sente moins seul (comme si cela serait possible), il me restait à souhaiter quil y ait beaucoup de spectateurs le jour de mon execution et quils maccueil...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

A Minimal Future?

Minimal art has frequently been characterized by its formal properties - in particular the non-relational, reductive, geometric, or serial forms and systems on which it is often based. Many artists r...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

J'ai des tas de photos

J'ai mis les noms et les dates derriere parce qu'on oublie tout...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

The fact that a great many people believe something

is no guarantee of its truth.
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

From the realm of forgotten books

I hold in my hands another forgotten literary treasure - this one a magical fugue on childhood published in 1927. It's a dark little volume called Ends of Things by Mary Dixon Thayer and a comprehens...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

Angel's Flight

Something is lying across the driveway, where nothing is ever left this late at night. It is asprawl there like a great black X. And from it a dark serpent wriggles away to hide in the close damp gr...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

From the Darkness

Lacrimosa dies illa Qua resurget ex favilla Judicandus homo reus. Huic ergo parce, Deus, Pie Jesu Domine, Dona eis requiem (Mournful that day When from the dust shall rise Guilty man to be j...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

Exquisite Nightmares in Brentwood

My friend Alan has the greatest sleeping couch of all-time. No joke. Staying at his apartment in LA over Thanksgiving, I had one of the most bizarre series of dreams in my entire life. Kind of li...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT