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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

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I'm Gish. I guess this is what one can call the remnants of a pre-mid-life crisis. I listen to too much music and read too many books, and it all means nothing. Abrasive, I smoke too much, drink too much coffee and hardly sleep. Alive. Be sure to check out the new links to blogs, photos, music and other sorts of good stuff at the very bottom of the page.

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green door
Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.

Whoa. Head is in overdrive today. Thinking about email and the news it can bring, and how I say things way too quickly. Wanting to get the middle of something before I've even unwrapped the package, taken off the bow.

Always in a hurry.

Drawing today. Charcoal in clean, non messy pencil format. The last time I used it raw, I ended up with charcoal in the grooves of my fingers for two days, no matter how hard I scrubbed.

Now, I'm watching Evil Dead II and drinking Black Cherry soda. Thinking about brown eyes. Apartments in London. Hiding my dogs from landlords. Having a living room to dance around in again. Pink carnations.

Bruce Campbell has apparently made a new movie. Something about his going to a town that happens to be taken over by demons. Towns people make him fight, despite the fact he is.....just Bruce Campbell and not Ash from the 1980's. I think I'll like it. Maybe I'll watch Bubba Ho-tep next.

No Bob Dylan tickets for me. *sigh*
maybe in another life.

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