February 2010
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Book Three
BOOK THREE WHITE BUFFALO: “There goes another refugee.” [I don’t even remember who this love poem is about] You all taught me to not think. Playing liar’s poker. We’re all soaked in radiation. Felito and his date got wiped out in a bike wreck, and I knew it was all over. Snow in June. Ashes in the fireplace blow over anybody, the dead are buried and the wounded move...
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4-1/3 [Abridged/redacted]
> I consulted with the Tarahumara I visited with the Cubano Tribal or ideological, we Surfed the tube, in a shared text in the guts of America, not friends exactly, but Wayfarers, A rug dealer, a white man smoking brown cigarettes, weeps over my paintings on a Thursday with a whiskey back, another snapshot Alberto: I’d rather be single, than married to a professional whore [“I make...
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4-4
> In order to close out the text, a dimensional move is required, bringing the back to front… Folding time, upon a moment of grief of loss, the death of a creative action, THE creative action, not THE Magazine LA, which is dead, not Art LA, which is postponed, not a meet with Juan Devis, not Durga Devi, who will never meet a fate periodical or be put off, this Revolution was never...