My brother found his soul, his life is his art.
Wine and spice flow thru my veins,
and I dont want to live the clean life anymore.
I'm moving to L.A.
posted by blu lamar @ 7:44 PM
jupitercalling
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
My brother found his soul, his life is his art.
Wine and spice flow thru my veins,
and I dont want to live the clean life anymore.
I'm moving to L.A.
jupitercalling
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- Name: blu lamar
- Location: north hollywood, California, United States
Traveled, eclectic taste in music (nod to KCRW), Educated, dance to the trance, Art, active, Work too much, bye bye kayaks, hello bikes.
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Hey, I put your url on my wishlist. So perhaps you'll see more traffic. However, as that You are who you say you are, & my blog lives in ubiquity, there's no help for us.
So, ole Marduk had delivered to Val & I our Chanukah gifts. W/his Indian rug--either from the Himachal province or Cochin, on the west coast--little animicules leave phosphlorescent images in my eyes, now all reduced to the deer or ibex--pictograph upon the natural pigmented sweatshirt he gave me. Sentient things as universal images, unlike the geometrics of amplitude, frequency, & pitch--have a better more alliterative path thru their Will that is implied.
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