DECISIONS, DECISIONS

I LEFT MY HEART AND MISSED MY PLANE, AS USUAL

San Francisco! You're super. Thanks for all the good times life feels so much better, a feeling akin to a swift frontal lobotomy performed by the hands of Walter Freeman himself. Bliss.

And just one of the many zany things we found there....

NEW BABY NEICE

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SAME
BACKWARDS
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AND SHE SPEAKS IN TONGUES

Them flowers in your hair...

Goodbye cruel world

We’re going where all roads lead- San Francisco

Can you feel it? If I disappear here, please know

It wasn’t the drugs byt the vibrations man

It was all in the time that it was, it was all magical

All beautiful and all timeless.

Rest assured there’ll be no crying only love

Nothing to bore essentialist individuals such as     ourselves

We’ll delve into new realms all to well known

Until the cruel eastern lands are nothing but a memory

Blowing out in the trees somewhere where minds are more at ease

In red white and blue Technicolor fantasies

DOING THE HOP I'M GONNA DO IT

CANNOT STOP ADDICTED TO POP
And I have to ask: am I reliving my mother's youth? I believe its unavoidable.
Modern youth, I'll show you alive.
PAY ATTENTION

FANTASTIC FUNERAL

It is with great regret that I mark the passing of artist-run collective Good Blood Bad Blood. Looking out at 13 Kensington Ave today, it seems that perhaps the site has become either (groan) aromatic afrocentric haven flogging poorly crafted wares.

Lest we forget we claimed its grounds for one golden year.

Regardless, I feel very privileged to have had the opportunity to work with these incredibly talented humans.  Colossal thanks too everyone in the community who helped us along this path of our creative careers.  To those dearly beloved who faithfully attended our openings, played for us, submitted work to us, wrote about and photographed us, we are grateful to you.  I do wish you all the best of luck in future endeavours, members and company alike.

THOUGH GBBB IS GONE, THESE ARTISTS LIVE ON:

ALICIA NAUTA
JESSE LABRECHE
JOELE WALINGA
REID JAMES JENKINS
JULIANN WILDING
DAN ROCCA

Lessons in Patience

Lord folks, what a beautiful Sunday! Last night I had a dream I could eat my own pussy. I was on mushrooms last night and I wish my dreams were always that strange. I feel like they are normally wasted on what my friend S Bo terms as 'day residue', and I never gain the pleasure of deciphering them or understanding them because they are even surprisingly monotonous considering the everyday I experience is not.

Now onward; two nights of mayhem were survived. I had a lot of introspection on my trip last night. Lately, mushrooms and I have not been the happiest of bedfellows. The dark corners of my brain have been getting the better of me. Last night I tripped with a lot of people, and it was a big overload. I lost my ability to talk for several hours, and could not find the words to explain. It was a real witching night, with pink skies and wizard clouds, so we Sasha read out tarot cards and we all discovered out separate destinies. There is a male figure with great power in my life who can give me a lot that I must decide about (it may have been more detailed than this but at the time she told me she had three sets of eyes so I missed a little, I'll admit).

With my fortune freshly read, and the dark dust in my head swept again back to the dusty spider-dwelling corners of my brain, I enter a week-long work period entirely free of debauchery and any unadvisable substances, including alcohol. Time flies toward my jet set fantastical San Francisco exploration but before then I must needs bite the bullet in order to survive, relieve myself of the overdue fulfilling checked boxes and tasks.