Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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Friday, March 20, 2009
I didn't know what to do.
I moved to a city that is of
music so much so that the ground
vibrates from so much bass. I
like (loud) music (not) . . . Almost as much as
Austin is wierd.
I can ear U!
(Note: Every band worthy of calling themselves a band
is here in Austin for a festival. When I started the drawing
the ground shook. Yesterday I was trying to meditate and
the ground shook. My wife was driving down the street
today and the ground shook. It ain't good for the ground
to shook so much!)
(Note 2: When I wrote note one it was quiet, but now
I hear drums again. AND IT IS BEDTIME! 11 PM ALMOST.
Don't they know what Ben Franklin said... "early to ..."
Oh, that's better. They are quiet now.)
Thursday, March 19, 2009
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Tuesday, March 3, 2009
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