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chris leo's lost civilizations: WHITE PIGEONS
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Chris leo's lost civilizations. Wednesday, January 28, 2009. 2004, Fifth Planet Press. The first pressing of White Pigeons included a twelve-song cd and its accompanying lyrics which serve as Chapter Seven, the (quasi-present) interlude between the past and future love story, as performed by the protagonist’s fictitious band in the book, “The Breaks”, as played by my actual group, Vague Angels. Hook up with any of the young juicer boys yet (I won't tell. Anyhow, it's a requisite)? WE PULSE IN PINK.
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chris leo's lost civilizations: WE PULSE IN PINK
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Chris leo's lost civilizations. Wednesday, January 28, 2009. WE PULSE IN PINK. We Pulse in Pink. We Pulse in Pink. Is the writer’s quest to craft a rebuttal so flawless and vast it feels as if every word and non-word alike make up the fabric of (their) love, and hence, it is irrelevant what words he chooses to plead his case - if they all lead back to her, can he not just kick back and smile weightlessly? Where is this beta. Yeah I think I'm going to live blog my friend's super bowl party instead. View m...
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chris leo's lost civilizations: February 2006
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Chris leo's lost civilizations. Sunday, February 26, 2006. Yeah, I got that album too.". It eats him so he goes Zapata. It eats him also because the Clash never posit the strange connection between Bautista and Batista. If they thought like that they wouldn't be the Clash though, but it still eats him. Whatever, they got the topic first so that's the one we get with flaws and all. Our hero gets Zapata, he thinks, concilatorily. The Pigalle inverted what it received. So says the song. Well a simple web se...
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chris leo's lost civilizations: April 2006
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Chris leo's lost civilizations. Saturday, April 22, 2006. To Rein the Name in Vain. The moon is just a metaphor. The moon is not a Muse. Just a false fusion of earth and sun. The moon was once from here (where most of it still stays) and hence it is no coincidence that in Greek it was. Which in Latin became "less" because we minused that moon. And that. The Romans went for instead? It comes from the Proto-Indo-European. To divide, separate, cut." It stands simply in lieu of. It is barren on the moon.
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chris leo's lost civilizations: May 2007
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Chris leo's lost civilizations. Tuesday, May 22, 2007. More on Vinum i Aqua. In regards to 'Where Cherry Blossoms Breeze Past Lotus Leaves' in 'White Pigeons,' I thought I went through every volcanic cluster, graphing combustible passings in the Atlantic where the margins of moment get their edit on, but really - what fun would it be if I didn't miss the keystone entirely! In Madiera (so I stumbled upon too late) they pray on the precipice of the Holy Ghost! Monday, May 21, 2007. Music that (dare I say) ...
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chris leo's lost civilizations: April 2007
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Chris leo's lost civilizations. Wednesday, April 18, 2007. Astringent Curse of Ides Inverse. In verse 'cause it's so funny of course). Hear the inside story of the kneeling knaves (our faves! On their annual pilgimage in petrification while they drain. And whimper revokations through April's freezing rains. I bring you offerings of rare bouquets. As overdue Praise O' Queen of the May! Look at the alluring texts I ignore from my cat the cad. Playing catamite tonight 'cause he thinks he's been bad.
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chris leo's lost civilizations: BIO & EVENTS
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Chris leo's lost civilizations. Wednesday, January 28, 2009. 8220;Minisupermercado” Does Not Signify “Local Market”. A Bloomfield Redux From The Middle Son of the Inner Suburb in the Micromegalopolis Where Density Does Not Signify Destiny,. Just Like Pretty Much Dense. We’re takin’ it all on, aren’t we? I was sure one day we’d do it, we’d cross that 50,000 pop mark and then there’d be no turning back. NYC watch your ass, Bloomfield’s hot on your heels. What are you crazy? 8221; Montclair seceded. The...
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chris leo's lost civilizations: January 2011
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Chris leo's lost civilizations. Monday, January 31, 2011. Excerpt from "Danceroom Balling". Hey Y’all,. One of the projects I’ve been working on these days is a book called “Danceroom Balling” about why, though I played in a million bands for a million years, I was always on the wrong side of music. The essay below is the proem I plan kicking it off with. Enjoy. We Must Move Forward to Regress. A Jerk’s Defense of This Book). Right, got it! I like to jerk. I therefore am a jerk. And so it goes that we fi...
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chris leo's lost civilizations: November 2010
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Chris leo's lost civilizations. Monday, November 29, 2010. Up In This Cut. This is the chaptered footnote for a dialogue that takes place in my novel. 8220;If You Cut It It Will Grow”. Throwing you straight in, a few sentences before the footnote, the hero asked about getting up in the victim's "cut". The dialogue that ensued was going this way:]. Drive, drive, drive. I avoid one set of Nerd Tourettes but couldn’t hold back the next wave:. 8220;Time to shut up, faggot. Wait, did you just say you came?
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chris leo's lost civilizations: March 2006
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Chris leo's lost civilizations. Monday, March 13, 2006. I Did Not Find You In Kips Bay. I did not find you in Murry Hill. So I came back today assuming that I will. I never met your eyes on the busiest street. And I've given that a try every single day this week. We weren't introduced at the civil soure. So I've responded sil vous plais to another one today. I tell you,. These homes of Murry Hill look the same from block to block. I've seen them all twice, but who's counting the clock. I danced on water ...
