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It’s about the breath of non-attachment, the uselessness of creative sugar-highs, and some other stuff…

It’s about the breath of non-attachment, the uselessness of creative sugar-highs, and some             other stuff. What are you doing these days? I understand that position (theory?) but think it’s too easy. I am working and have many interesting things going … Continue reading

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Really now…I didn’t “induce” you to do anything…

Really now… I didn’t “induce” you to do anything. There was a time when I thrived on the energies of creative people. And that heave and regress factor is inextricably tied into the blur notion. As I heard him calling … Continue reading

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What is the ultimate time limit…

What is the ultimate time limit? The point is that a simple reference to the mental as a fundamental explanatory device gets             us nowhere unless we carefully study our uses of language concerning the mental             itself. It also makes the … Continue reading

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I hear he has given up hard candies in favor of birth control pills…

I hear he has given up hard candies in favor of birth control pills. And who am I to judge his sort of aesthetic of personality. But I have. You seem to me the exploratory type, but you’re not shy … Continue reading

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It is however very much the stereotype people get…and by this definition, what isn’t fiction…

It is however very much the stereotype people get…and by this definition, what isn’t             fiction. I read the “predators” as not nearly that old, but definitely that predatory and other. I never choose sides on such things. When I commented … Continue reading

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It is a fairly common convention…

It is a fairly common convention. But, as you must, as you must. Probably nothing. Victory is yours. I like the audio cue of Tarzan, that’s funny. And that is also roughly what it’s like for me to create art. … Continue reading

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Point A to point B, draw a line, a squiggle, a circle, something…

Point A to point B, draw a line, a squiggle, a circle, something. I don’t mind the pissing contests much. It was a rope! Enough for personal mythology. That’s what I meant by the concept being the repressed soft underbelly. … Continue reading

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