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i've always held the belief that my house is full of crazy stuff, it's just a matter of finding it....the pencil-pouch full of empty condom wrappers, hard liquor bottles in clothing drawers. a giant rainbow kite, which i'll probably never learn to fly, seeing as how it's never windy enough. even two parts of dante's divine comedy...the inferno, and paradiso. i was never able to find purgatorio. and tye-dyed hippie garb, stashed away in the attic, marked 'lee', after a mother who claimed she was never apart of the love-hug generation. framed drawings of sheep with wings standing on mountain tops, and a gold-leaf old english bible, catholic...e

i finally got around to taking pictures at the brickhouse. and 'bout time too.. some poor kid there covered his entire leather jacket in those dulled-down-mini-studs. he must have spent about 150 dollars on it.. what a waste.