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Saturday, November 13, 2010

Saturday night is your big night. Everybody used to fry up fish and have one hell of a time. Find me playing till sunrise for 50 cents and a sandwich.

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PUSH ME, POOH YOU

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Give me six hours to chop down a tree and I will spend the first four sharpening the axe. Abraham Lincoln

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I GIVE THIS TO YOU (rembrandts finger)

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PISCEWAK FISH FARM, HOME OF THE HAND FED HERRING SMELT

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FEATHER BETTY

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MAYA ANGELOUS BACKYARD


I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.
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DULGA STREET IS HOT

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FULL MOON BOOGIE

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