FILE 13

June 22nd, 2010

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POCKET FULL OF STONES

March 16th, 2010

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WHAT WHAT.

January 18th, 2010

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GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS

January 16th, 2010

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IN CASE OF FIRE

January 10th, 2010

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HIPSTER HE-MAN

October 25th, 2009

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WOMEN

October 23rd, 2009

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I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a women, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the street with her. I didn’t want conversation, or to go anywhere except the racetrack of the boxing matches. I didn’t understand t.v. I felt foolish paying money to go into a movie theatre and sit and with other people to share emotions. Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateur drunks, the bores.

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ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL

October 21st, 2009