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waaah-whoooooooo

woke up this morning from dreams of the sensation of jarmusch's sideburns grazing my inner thighs. set to the soundtrack of aretha's chain of fools.


set the precedent fer muh whole day. sexy gray haired men everywhere. one who touched my hair and asked me if i was real.

off to dinner with some of my favorite canadians!
s_eldorado, meshell, jocelynn, pirate, and co....
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last blog from TEJAS!

oh man. i'm leaving for a week in vancouver (thanks to the best birthday present in the world!!!) on monday, then on to greece on april 23rd.

shit has been on simmer too damn long. you know when all the day to day shit is crumbling. like losing yer wallet, fucking up on paying speeding tickets, cavorting with people you really...
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up she goes...

down she goes...

and alluhvuhsudden things are HAPPENING. shit is on the horizon.
money's been made. beefeater martinis shaken frozen all to hell and salted dirty with tears. pacts promised to the mediterranean.
entire bottles of small-batch canadian whiskey consumed in mere hours at hill country underGround culture bunkers by scheming freaks.
flights booked. hearts broked. spirits shooked right out of...
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i'm starting all over goddamnit.
all these miles i've covered and i still don't know shit from shinola.

and as a dear friend and retired state trooper told me this morning,
"feeling lost? the hiker's first rule of thumb is to immediately stop in the nearest place of comfort,unload the gear,sit down,gather yourself for as long as it takes,don't make hasty decisions and decide whether...
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moved my trip up. ii'll be waking up alone in the desert by snday morning.

until then.
my tits are huge and achey. my mind is racing and sleep escapes me.
times is hard but whiskey is gold.

one of my last mornings in albuquerque was spent modeling at my painter friend Henry's studio. we were set up on the patio, me nude in a busted old sitting chair. henry, crazy apache, visionary painter with lines and color like matisse, sipping magic mushroom-infused green tea, blue corn growing tall-stalked under late summer sun, a white rabbit in the yard, peering out of his...
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this is for sheila:



rock and roll. i am consumed by some weird sin. it's the rock and the roll that keeps me a forever rolling stone. gathering not moss, just new adventure and experience. perspective and dirt.

i am a love machine.

let's make out



p.s jeezus. i'm only like ten years late but here's my blogger spot
check it out.

quick update:

going to the catskills on september third for adventure, conspiracy, and hard work. all summer of dreaming of going back to new york and lo and behold an oppurtunity has manifested.
keeping my base here in albuquerque. i love this fucking place.

it's been a whirlwind the past few weeks. wouldn't know where to start.
but there's been tons of good music, parties,...
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oh goddessSheila my love

for you we -"we" being april and myself, your moon sisters- are throwing a masquerade ball at a house on a hill.
we will dress up in my finest frocks, bedeck ourselves in baubles, scarves, and hats, from my ever exPLODING closet of galore.
rouge our cheeks, lips, and other...
scent our sweet necks
and dance, intoxicate, LOVE until dawn....
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