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Friday,
April 5, 2002
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found object collage...from ebay...I haven't really named this one...I'm betting you wish I'd start taking pictures again, huh?
"Il faut glisser sur bein des
pensées, et ne pas faire semblant de les voir."
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weird endings I guess the week just held too much strangeness somehow. It seemed to end badly. My meetings today were unsatisfying. Disturbing even.
Tonight four friends came over. Two of them brought shrimp and cheese and baguettes. And sweets. Another brought sweets. I made guacamole and put out some fruit that came in a food basket FFP received. We had a couple of bottles of wine. We watched Carnal Knowledge and Big Night. I felt weary. But after we cleaned up and they left, I stayed up, sitting alone at my computer, making dark visions with dismembered dolls just to learn to use my picture editing programs.
I can't seem to shake a mild depression. It is mild, though, the kind you can revel in. Not the kind where you go to bed and don't get up.
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