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cars in America
March 27, 2007 on 4:28 pm | In in.america | No CommentsNomadic automobile, halted suddenly and violently by the unexpected intervention of striation. Survivors: Absolute Zero.
for my Sweetss
Why We All Love Football
March 22, 2007 on 2:45 pm | In moving picture video | 1 CommentFor all lovers of sportsmanship and, stuff
Atlético de Madrid’s Miguel Ángel Ferrer Martínez, better known as Mista, performs a variant of the Borat-Azamat nude wrestling match with his Real Madrid rival Michel Salgado (As Neves, Pontevedra), focusing on the fundament-rubbing element as well as the element of surprise.
a car in America
March 22, 2007 on 4:10 am | In in.america | No CommentsIn America There Exists a Need for Automobiles
The car is a fixture of American life: having one facilitates employment, and employment facilitates the acquisition of the car. Cars come in many different varieties, from economy to antique, from modern luxury to antiquated. Automobiles are becoming more and more versed in the language of computers, as they continue to integrate features shared and compatible with consumer computing electronics.
the signifying regime of the sign
March 21, 2007 on 1:08 am | In 2000.0, Imprisoned Notebooks, concrete | 1 Commentcoast of death life
March 20, 2007 on 8:24 pm | In terra.urbe.05 | No Commentsfor my love :: sand we shall soon walk
Zidane’s Triumphant Pass Through Rio de Janeiro
March 19, 2007 on 1:31 pm | In terra.urbe.05 | No Commentswe were all heroes that day.
even if only for 110 minutes.
if only I had enough croissants;
if only I could sing without honey in my throat just long enough.
to win.
(PHOTO BY AMY)
can de pobo
March 18, 2007 on 4:25 am | In terra.urbe.05 | No Comments–village dog, why do you wander towards the city?
–because you can’t buy dog food in a ghost village, man.
for A & M & A or S
area de bon, the re-production of life
March 17, 2007 on 5:18 am | In Imprisoned Notebooks, terra.urbe.05 | No CommentsElena holds future sand at Area de Bon. Area is “sand,” in Galician. Her hands are, in fact, full of shells. In her palms she holds a treasure of broken, polished, smoothed, shattered shells. They still teem with various lives, that of their form and that of their content of lives. Mollusks and their homes. Their homes with their own lives apart. In a photo, they are a body without these organs; a re-presentation.
for Amy and Elena
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