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well, i knew at one time, but i've forgotten now. so today i am clearing this room out. it is moldy. it is spider infested (in the santa cruz mountains, arachnaphobia style, bigger than a silver dollar manner. plus, plenty of tiny brown spiders to get your brown recluse adranaline pumping.) i actually thought that most of the boxes were empty. i never went into the room so i never bothered to take all the cardboard to be recycled. this is how i remember it. i've been very wrong. |
Description: A small, mildewed cardboard box without decoration. Inside ten CDs, brand new and in their original shrinkwrap. - Cher "Believe" - Britney Spears "...baby one more time" - Whitney Houston "my love is your love" - 98° "98° And Rising" - Backstreet Boys "Backstreet Boys" - Shania Twain "Come On Over" - *NSYNC "*NYSYNC" - Madonna "the Immaculate Collection" - Original Broadway Cast Recording Les Miserables - Puccini "Madama Butterfly" |
Description: Medium sized white cardboard box with inscription describing a case for a computer. Inside: - Red gooseneck desk lamp - Two dryer sheets - A large white plastic bag full of 16mm 70's porn film, off its reel. - A strobelight - Fungus the Bogeyman children's stationairy, "I hate writing." |
Description: Sent from Edwin F. Kalmus & Co., Inc. Music Publishers in Opa-Locka, Florida. UPS billed at $6.00. Sent 1/12/88 to Dave R-, Santa Cruz, CA. Contentains 23 folios of Brahm's Opus 45, Ein deutsches Requiem, for a variety of insturments including Flute, Oboe, Violin and Trombone. |
Description: Pocket sized paperback with Arlene Dahl's stunning visage gracing the front. Her chin is cradled in one hand, and the sleeve of her mustard-yellow wool blazer has slipped sufficently to display her three-rows of giant pearls bracelet. Across the top "More than 200,000 copies sold at $5.95." This copy sold originally for $0.75. Excerpt: Chapter Twelve The brownette -- an enigma Never underestimate the power of a brownette. She ecombines the best qualities of blondes, brunettes, and redheads. She can be all things to all men. It has been said that gentlemen prefer blondes, rave about redheads, are bowled over by brunettes--but marry brownettes. A brownette is versatile and can adapt to any role: She can tease like a blonde, be daring like a redhead, go sultry like a brunette. She can be imperious or shy, a good pal or a glamour girl, a tomboy or a femme fatale." |
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Description: A beat up black and white, college ruled composition notebook. Spine is duct taped. Starts off as a journal for a writing class, starting with 04/02/96. Following the journal a smattering of poems, drunken scrawlings, songs and stories. Excerpt: Your top is small Your breasts are large (I give you a call My cock is hard) |
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Description: Large format coffee table paperback. Water damaged. Contains pictures by Pierre et Gilles, and text in French, German and English by Taschen. Excerpt: When NASA detected signs of intelligent life in a galaxy several light years above the island of Tonga, it was decided that a space probe filled with human artefacts should immediately be dispatched to the alien beings as a message of goodwill. The probe was duly built. But its launch was delayed for several months by a great scandal. The row broke out when itw as announced that "Adam et Eve", a work by Pierre et Gilles, had been selected to represent to the extraterrestrials the appearance and character of the human race. (Facing page, Adam et Eve, 1981, depecting young Eva Ionesco and Kevin Luzac, naked, holding hands.) |
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Description: Legal size pad of blue graph paper full of sketches, lyrics, drunken diatribes. Excerpt: mind melts on the tv screen case of miller keeps the bladder clean pay your bills and close your eyes no one said it’d be easy all day long and not one thought hate for job is all you’ve got you’d kill a child for his dreams no one said it’d be easy let the man tell you you are free everyman is empty and you are he what they give they can take away no one said it would be easy fornicating with your fist pull the trigger, you won’t be missed no one knows you not even you no one said it would be easy |
I have a box similar to Nate's room in that I am not sure what is in it. I haven't opened it in about 3 years at least. That may have been when I packed it. It could be longer. I wonder if everyone has at least one box like that? our own private time capsules. |
Oh, I'm digging that good grammar. |
(OH...I just remembered...I included one of them in the MAILART project. One of you may get to see it one day. One day...) |
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Description: Legal size pad of blue graph paper full of sketches, lyrics, drunken diatribes. Excerpt: i fall over again & again when faced with simple ideas methods toward conclusions break down and i slip sliding downward i disregard handholds and further degrade until i cannot be sure that even as i fall i am traveling down question the obvious until insane from the quest and still.- seek seek seek look for the sake of the look impossible quandry inevitable lack of solid answers backed by irrefutable proof when "solid" and "irrefutable" beocme impossible within themselves schroedingers cat kicking tires with claws bared they're all flat now i want and unshakable foundation a rock to stand on if only i could believe in rocks i want some reason to be here in something or somwhere sanctuary to hide in i've tried your religion the comfort is lost to me. |
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