pah chu pah chu pahchu David Dewitt

 

Lyrics:

Do you remember
When the sky was blue,
When I was a good thing
That happened to you?

Tell me you know me
From the outside in.
Oh, tell me how my patience
Wore so thin.

Oh, how I tried
To get you off of the side,
But you were comfortable there,
No obligation to care
Just staring off into space,
That stupid look on your face.
Baby, my insides writhe,
And you choose to be blithe?
Oh, you’d rather be blithe.

You were the guru
That I could believe,
And no proof was needed
That I was naive.

Hope was a shovel,
And I was a slave,
And you were the one
Just watched me dig my grave.

Oh, how i tried…

 

 

 

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David DeWitt Blithe Cincinnati Music Songwriter Pop

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way 2008

guitar practice chords

g-d

return

open

tune 5th fret

xpect 4 string 4 frett

d-> d7

headlands

(polly)

terces

efac

art molly at surfside realty

music the sorries

books gardening

cultivating sacred space

E.MURRAY

poetry

the Gift poems by Hafiz

D.LADINSKY

decorating with wood

J.STRUTHERS

a    new

Surfers, Journal

beauty rests on utility.

everything in the room has a

purpose and there are no

unes unnecessary objects

born again in bobo california

gotget back to it ohio

even so,the bed was the most important and   expensive.

piece of furniturein the whole

house because a host of

rituals was associated

with it . births marriages,

illnesses    and death .

W I L D W E S T

the great picture maker

                       lately
have you trieda  jj  today

but using a variety

of frames to prevent

the display becoming

to formal

and eiurel.              giving

what was a rather

pallid picture

some definite character and

elm, which is on of the

stongest woods of all.

epay

• hustler
• snow bird
• hornet

m a i n t a i n  t h e  r a g e

t h e  w o r l d  h a t e s  A m e r i c a n s ,

A m e r i c a n s  h a t e  C a l i f o r n i a n s ,

C a l i f o r n i a n s  h a t e   S o u t h e r n  C a’  i a n s ,

S o u t h e r n  C a l i f o r n i a n s  h a t e  p e o p l e  f r o m  L . A

P e o p l e  i n  L A  h a t e  p e o p l e  f r o m  t h e

v a l l e y ,

A n d  P e o p l e  i n  t h e  v a l l e y

h a t e  k n e e b o a r d e r s “

– H O L M E S  L A W S

circa 1973

surfer   named,

cheyne horan

steinhart aquarium in SF

recycling of resources of recycling

ideas

• dig a hole
• dancing
• teaching
• costume weathering – arrives in advance           time travel

transformation of the audience a life surrounding a thing

what does it sound like to

lose your keys

live |  recorded

drum  |  boombox

slow and walk away

group trancing, a means for women to deal with unprecedented change–an inflex tourists, alcohol, children going to school, men working inform for wages, I that has then of antlanritz lefthem about their role in soc

pansy stockton

twilight performance occurs in a time of transition

to make structre

to make an outline

} before 5/08

use the space (Garden)

as an art studio

{ multidisciplinary

dance sculpture

installation

video

figure skating

workshop

community

goal -

to make a collabortive

zack & john

artwork

. dig a hole

> teach a dance as presented as p

what would we want to teach/learn with gardeners

gathering,

watering,

glowing in the dark,

pagkawala ng pag-ibig

this is eternal

when lovers of recent past reappear and silently dismiss you

we could talk about it, but it seems as if only one of us want to speak out side our selves.

i see you were hiding from me.

there the atlantic ocean

With much anticipation, the journey aboard the MTA Q rolled along its tracks heading to Brighton Beach. Approximately 10 years the Atlantic Ocean has existed only as recollections of my childhood. I grew up along the shore wear the Chesapeake Bay empties a great wash of enriched water into the Gulf Stream. The migration of my short life, back and forth across this northern plate, the continental United States of America, recorded in disciplines of both conscious and unconscious mark making, from both sides of the continental divide.

At times I escaped this self-conscious journey, similar to the cinematic experience of optical illusions, this flicker of light as the elevated train interrupts the suns beams. Hardened steal forged into shapes of strength and weight bearing bolts the size of baseballs, attract infinite particles of airborne toxins clinging to every surface, evoking a sentiment of something aged, the mechanized percussion of thousands of people traveling in a single day.

It is corroded.

To hear the voice of someone very special to you, telling stories of love and memories of their experiences. To hear the voice fade from her moving lips, transform into the voice of his lips I adore.

The seeming smooth white skin of a young man from the east, celebrates his first day of freedom. Freed from his bowflex machine. Escaped from his abusive father whose torture was of his own sexual repression. An attraction to a young man much like himself, his body locked in the humid basement of a luxury town home, a burden, their community, along Brighton Beach.

Like a statue of’ brought to life from the metropolitan museum’s Roman Greco collection, a new freedom to stand motionless in full sun caressed by his gentle hands excessively applying Johnson & Johnson baby oil.

The water first met my toes, and sent a thrilling sensation along my spine. My skin contracts and my hair follicles stand on end, my genitalia coils.

To express exactly how I feel, how I want to reconnect with an old lover, with a body of water whose existence came the unimaginable, before all of us.

Her pasty pops. His penis tucked behind a one-inch thick soft back book. This fatigue bitter chill crawls up from the concrete floor, cinching every thread of strength.

Bye bye, baby bye bye.

ie. La John Joseph; Mustached Matthew; Madame Daddy; Erin, Humboldt Fog, Catherine, Merrin, Sarah, Abby

and you Darling, sweet dreams.

• Pistachios
• Chilean lime avocado oil chips
• pomegranates
• grapes
• nuts

Happy Brthday

Leo’sCAKE

me too me too

pride2007 note to self

Daniel James “Dan” White (September 2, 1946 – October 21, 1985) was a former San Francisco City Supervisor who assassinated Mayor George Moscone and Supervisor Harvey Milk on November 27, 1978 at City Hall. In a controversial verdict, which led to the coining of the legal slang “the Twinkie defense,” White was convicted of manslaughter rather than murder.

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