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Local Insensibilty

It will be too late by the time we learn what these cryptic symbols mean.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

We found a park.

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Monday, June 25, 2007

"Like it's something new"

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Saturday, June 23, 2007

Ace vegan food for you and I

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Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Above the mirror it says, "I'm A Princess"

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Thursday, June 14, 2007

Dude, those creamers aren't vegan!

Posted by Anastasia at 10:34 AM No comments:

Saturday, June 9, 2007

Welcome To Pilsen.

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Friday, June 1, 2007

"If I had prosthetic ankles, I would so fill them with green river!"- Winston

Posted by Anastasia at 5:25 PM No comments:
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Things I am Currently Distracting Myself With

  • I am back in school.
  • I"m still waiting on my deadbeat editor to give me feedback on the play.
  • living with the family. it's kind of ok.

The Best Things A Person Can Do With His or Her Body

  • Eat
  • Drink
  • Sleep
  • Breathe
  • Touch
  • SING

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      • "Like it's something new"
      • Ace vegan food for you and I
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      • Dude, those creamers aren't vegan!
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WE ARE Failed poets, artists, philosophers, geniuses, cigar aficionados- in other words we are the Chicago Heights Literary Mafia. a combination of underground organised crime and literature. an amalgam of spectators turned plotters. It's not about sexism, racism, rankism, ageism* or any other "ism" (good or bad). it's not about what makes us different or what makes us the same. it's how we don't care. it isn't about religion, music, t-shirts, art, street cred, or even literature sometimes! it's about you and me and something stronger than guns to bring us together. we late night wanderers and tea drinkers know of one thing stronger than the derringer: the pen. WHY? Things get neglected. interocean avenue, fording the river on the oregon trail, rent-a-poets, awkward silences and nervous laughter, the acceptability of dogearing pages, tri cornered hats(really haberdashery in general), poetry as the art of literature, the scarcity of benches--never should it be limited to literature.
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