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Thursday, January 3, 2008

Comps.

Gone for two weeks...It's Charlie's turn when i'm done...She's yet to move out her Bishops.
Posted by stanley at 6:44 PM

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Parts

  • ►  2007 (21)
    • ►  November (12)
      • Reading, cereal and skin.
      • Pulling strings off from hanging dolls.
      • Constructions - - Swimming as opposed to dying in ...
      • English as a second language.
      • The edges of Brooklyn rooftops.
      • She knows you already because of two things.
      • Slip along.
      • Constructions - - Alternatives to a pushpin.
      • A dialectical as the white elephant of an empty ro...
      • Gists, smears.
      • Why we love stretching the rhombus.
      • To mimic an artful dodger.
    • ►  December (9)
      • A typebar, inked fabric, and a carriage return.
      • The Chevy Chase Country Club.
      • Movement and iconography
      • Reasons to own a BMX bike shop.
      • See line woman.
      • Constructions - - Reclaiming three panel strips.
      • The day I rode the elevator with Mr. Baldwin.
      • The Chinese, virgin suicides, and looseleaf notebo...
      • When leaving the closer room.
  • ▼  2008 (5)
    • ▼  January (4)
      • Constructions - - Pushing palindromes to the Chagr...
      • Comps.
      • Holding and the vinyl behind glass.
      • There is velocity when no one is moving.
    • ►  February (1)
      • The fourteen boxes of dinosaurs.

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