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Flarf vs. Conceptual–The Whitney–April 17, 2009

Unica Zurn: Dark Spring–The Drawing Center–April 18, 2009

On Certainty–Bose Pacia Gallery–April 18, 2009

The Neuroscience and the Language of Certainty–Bose Pacia Gallery–April 18, 2009

Barrio Chino–April 18, 2009

Sputnik–April 18, 2009

Merce Cunningham & Sonic Youth: Nearly Ninety–BAM–April 19, 2009

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“don’t got no status quo”

“i love men in boots”

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“in the beginning ‘I’ was good”

“you are so beautiful to me”

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4.11.09

dreamt I told Lyn Hejinian about doing radio, told her it was “freeform” and that she’d certainly know about that, really emphasizing the word “form” b/c I finally understood something about it and we could relate on that level, on the level of form.

4.13.09

dreamt Brian Whitener was a woman and that we were riding bikes together and there were baskets on our bikes

dreamt I went to Annette & Company (dance school in Farmington Hills, MI) to find Annette and instead found a woman who was wearing white makeup like a mime, but it wasn’t Annette; I told her how I had took tap dancing lessons for 8 years there.

the new well-tempered sepulchre

More than just a birthmark–it’s a maladjustment piggy of a toucan.

Theodora, my beloved–my only soporific–swelter me into bedroom.

I have this small scan of a tortilla to play–a cacophony of everything that could possibly go wrong.

The Grim Reassessment–that cosy gadabout–was cutting capsicums in the vexation while a daffy downturn quaffed her Darjeeling and knocked backfire vessel into schnapps.

Mardi Gras–Fathom Tuesday–has its hottest timpanist in Rio.

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1. aetna claims (thurs)

2. health insurance (thurs & fri)

3. taxes (fri morn)

4. bills

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my friend says we make great pets

my friend says we’re like the dinosaurs

my friend says that a teenager’s fucked up in the head

my friend says I danced in the basement all night

my friend says pass the doobie

my friend says porno for pyros! porno for pyros!

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Ellen Allien’s “Open” on Berlinette

The space between blanks does the house into its sides. When I run I feel so free because my feet are hitting the ground and Helen Hunt looks at me with those big blonde eyes. Because she put her hand in the balloon, that was where the penny expanded. One tool talks to another with its mouth open, so I lift up the house without a shirt. Three pieces of the house are really just in the window.

If the cat drags a long piece of yarn down the stairs, Kerry is there painting the wall. And the story goes something like: I wanted to come over to your house and sleep with you sooooo bad, but my mom wouldn’t let me because she’s a bitch. 6:13