black magic and tinto tainted SCUM |
we´d established more than ourselves in cadaques, we´d established a home.
tanya´d wandered up into the hills and selected one of the twenty or so abandoned homes that quietly freckled ... Posted by on Wed, 13 Sep 2006 13:26:00 GMT |
family of the year in cadaques, spain |
F: fantastic blink
T: circus bill ephemera
Q: carnival gale
after finishing our final show of the evening we´re sitting at the base of the dali statue-- the clown nose we popped on him lo... Posted by on Tue, 05 Sep 2006 06:57:00 GMT |
not a dose of our own medicine! |
F: pulling and inch, shoved a mileT: woven fools goldQ: sinister jab to kindness�gut our stooges, henchfolk had disappeared. the park was quietly accomodating well t... Posted by on Tue, 05 Sep 2006 03:34:00 GMT |
found our way back... |
a stocky man approached us with a step that resembled a two hundred pound bouncey ball, fitting black jeans and a matching black circus t-shirt.
SO OBVIOUSLY A RIDE WE KNEW ... Posted by on Sat, 02 Sep 2006 03:55:00 GMT |
sunburnt necks and impromptu homesteads |
F: dithered momentum
T: grease fingerprints in yer fabric journal
Q: unidentifiable percolation of flexibility
suburbs are suburbs they suck no matter where you are.... Posted by on Sat, 02 Sep 2006 02:42:00 GMT |
slippery and precarious til morrocco ha! |
F: accurate but never precise catapultT: coinage after being run over by thrity two miles of trainQ: clouted italian bravadowith guca nixed we concocted another plan. taking a tip from the... Posted by on Mon, 28 Aug 2006 09:24:00 GMT |
tanya can hear again! |
CRYSTALLIZED AMBER EXTRACTION FROM RIGHT EAR time: 12:30pmplace: le poneite cafe, table on a busy street corner look at tanya's hand and this is what you see-- a pen cap between her index fi... Posted by on Tue, 22 Aug 2006 05:51:00 GMT |
plans changing but definitely not dead |
F: like you think you know where yer going
T: not serbian currency
Q: one eyebrow popping
our last day in aigues mortes was forgetable, repressable, almost... but the night brought a fantas... Posted by on Tue, 22 Aug 2006 04:26:00 GMT |
not picking my teeth with gull feathers this week |
F: a german funk riff power breakfast spell
T: peacock and flamingo printed wax paper
Q: blissed
from sete, we hopped a train to montpellier. the A string on my violin is... Posted by on Wed, 16 Aug 2006 10:03:00 GMT |
montpellier and palavais and further forgetting furtivity |
f: a man poking another for athletic and mating status
t: seafood scented journal
q: splash of a lopsided twelve year old into green water
sunday morning rendered dow... Posted by on Fri, 11 Aug 2006 06:59:00 GMT |