I only got one picture out of the whole six day experience. This is Saint Omar.
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About Me
- Anastasia
- 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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Thank you for the offer of a hipsters bed (couch) Its very nice of you. Hopefully I don't get into a desperate position.
But I will probably call you sometime this weekend so if I do then I wont just be a stranger on the couch, ill be the new guy on the couch.
Also I am working in the morning and afternoon at the ivy on saturday. Visit, I get lonely and scare the costumers by letting them see what I am like.
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