January 2012
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Jan 14th
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If you live in New York and want to be serenaded, than I can make that happen. My friend Alex will be in town at the end of January, and I’m looking to keep our art projects flowing of juice. We’ll dance for you! All that’s required, is an interview and a willingness to get your picture taken. And some good conversation, of course. You can inquire more at:...
Jan 14th
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Jan 12th
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This is old, but relevant. Although it makes me cringe, I’m starting to think that maybe I should just take my own advice. It’s crazy how much I’ve grown.  insomniagirl: Make something, make something, make something.
Jan 9th
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Jan 8th
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December 2011
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“SMELL HIS TUMMY.” 
Dec 21st
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ListenThe audio to this, started off just as a brief...
Dec 19th
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This was written as a poem on my way back from Molokai one summer. It wasn’t made into a song until February of this year. Sometimes I can be naive.
Dec 18th
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Dec 17th
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Dec 15th
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Dec 12th
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Dec 12th
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Dec 8th
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The depression never went away. It’s something that hides underneath the skin and comes crawling out for good. What I don’t like projecting though, is the pain it brings back. There is always that obsession with sex and the bitter tendency to starve myself. Sharp fingers gravitate towards bad memories.
Dec 7th
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ListenThis is what a trip to the bathroom sounds like.
Dec 6th
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Dec 4th
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Dec 2nd
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Dec 1st
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November 2011
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“I’m not one to believe the universe has a place for everyone, or anything that benign, but the universe definitely has a language. And it’s not English, or Spanglish, or Faarsi.  It might be poetry, but I’m not sure.  It’s probably music.  It can hear singing.  It can hear anyone who tries expressing themselves in any manner.  It can hear girls talking underwater....
Nov 14th
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Nov 14th
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Nov 11th
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Nov 11th
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Nov 9th
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Nov 5th
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“This is kind of a dirty song.”
Nov 4th
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Nov 3rd
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October 2011
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Oct 23rd
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This one’s from the vaults. I was drunk on wine and completely in love with the idea of a boy. The only problem, is that he never really got to see the real me. That’s where I fucked up.—I want to say this was recorded at the end of July, before boarding a plane for London. Patrick actually just dropped off my guitar at the apartment I’m staying at. It feels good to have my...
Oct 23rd
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