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  1. Thanks so many for the fanfare and fancy. The day was splendido. Deliberate and dancey. Get up off o' that thang.
  2. @IlanRubin May he who suckle the mammary prey forth not to preclude himself, the mystery. The only channel open is one. Be tuned by it.
  3. I can remember how upset we all where to not be permitted to film that 'our selves', and here it is. Applause applause.
  4. Wow, I just watched that downward spiral:live video. Thank you TOIOU and all who invested their time and creativity in making that happen.
  5. Jus woke up 2 a silvery lake. That endlessreflection, the mercury make. Beads on the screen n' spider's web, the lap of it all on the dock.
  6. The Eno tic is spoken for.
  7. Anyone interested in meeting me at CSULB for a lecture from Brian Eno? http://www.csulb.edu/org/uam/ I have one xtra ticket. It's in 4 hrs.
  8. Full day of tube driven basement jam, head swollen ballo0n with the sound and with whiskers. Now headed to the ballet to watch Bianca dance.
  9. goodnight universe. thank you for remembering me.
  10. RT @violethope: @robinfincktwits How many minutes? Four: http://bit.ly/3uSh3K Yes to this.
  11. Throwing down the ropes.
  12. Oh I find you near and there. I do and in between. I am staring out your window, chained to you tower, sympathetic to your scene.
  13. Woke up this morning and my city was gone. Even the spot that I had set it on. Under and over, I looked and again. Where did my Chicago?
  14. I jumped off the roof, as a kid, with an umbrella in my hand. My teachers, the pavement, they didn't understand.
  15. @mikisix http://twitpic.com/figkp - Brigitte Bardot. Well executed....
  16. Oh. They have tarmac in Chicago too. Not to worry.
  17. Goodbye NYC from the tarmac of my mind and soul. What a primal mess of it all. Legs dangling, sweat rising. No other way.
  18. Still, it slithers. Will no one let it in? You can HAVE my sleep. I wasn't gonna use it anyway.
  19. City simmers and steams, sectioned. Surrounded in itself. A single sinking psychotropic cylinder shedding its sin, n' sticking to the slate.
  20. T-ruckasaurus vexed blips backs up below, setting all it's stuffage to the surface.