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Archive Mea Culpa. The above Archive Link & the Search This Blog Link do not work. This happened after Google, the king of search, bought Blogger?
Frêsh Fish - Much magic for a little fish.
Frêsh Fish is a combination of new and spirited with the added bonus being that everyone knows that fish is best fresh. The icing on the cake was that my mother’s mother, Lena, always told her and she me, that fish was brain food. So with Frêsh Fish we have spirited and new food for thought, ideas, that ain’t got no stink. I was suppose to eat fish today and did not. I hope I can be forgiven.
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Tuesday, May 31, 2005
And with his best colors he was happy. Bristled brush to paint he put. It eased his heart and soul and his spirit soared. The scent of the paints and the ease with which it spread. A rose, a rose, he must paint a rose, a rose with each petal perfect.  His hand shook just a bit. He knew he was near something good, something twixt. It had taken him a while to get here, but he sensed that here is where he would make his stand. Each beat of his heart told him that now was the time. He walked among the gods and was feeling very proud. Inhale, exhale, breathing, all the while heart pounding, and in his brain he heard the songs of angels cooing. © 2005 big box industires Sunday, May 29, 2005
My nephew, KR, was over at the house today, so much life, so much potential energy. We did a slide show of some of my most recent snaps and then as a ruse, a canard, a pallor trick, I showed him how you can alter a snap in many ways. He liked this one. We did this and that and whatever to it. All the while KR was saying, “Do it again.”  No this is not how far we went, this is where we started. © 2005 big box industries Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Last week I did the Beau Rivage in Biloxi, MS. I did get spanked for about $500 but I was doing it big and having a good time.   © 2005 big box industries Tuesday, May 24, 2005
I try to keep it fly. I try to keep it frêsh. No last weeks or the year before. There is always a stench to that which has aged and I don’t want to be stinking up the place. But the real reason I don’t go back and dig through yesterday’s shit isn’t the smell, the real reason is that I am so memento, I really can’t remember. The intensity of the moment is gone, the vividness, the energy, the frêsh, now sucked a little dry, vapid and limp.  But every now and then you are going to have to cut me a little slack. Every now and then I will have to step back and conjure, bringing up something from the past. Every now and then I will have to bring forth something that is past its prime. I need to do it not for you but for me. I need to do it because I am so memento. I need to do it because I need help remembering. © 2005 big box industries Monday, May 09, 2005
 "Excellently observed," answered Candide; "but let us cultivate our garden." And one of the queries always asked the initiate into the 3rd circle – inner order is, “What was Voltaire’s first name?” I was up early with the chirping of the birds and the dancing, dancing, dancing so prutty, beams of the sun. I was up early this morning cultivating my garden.  © 2005 big box industries
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