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so, no, this post doesn't really have anything much to do with pflügen, except that it's a cool german word. The way I understand it though, it has something to do with plowing...and, bear with me here...i was thinking about that William Blake line from the Marriage of Heaven and Hell, from the Proverbs of Hell, "Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead." And it seems good enough advice. So that's what I'm doing now...driving and, i guess, to a lesser extent--plowing. So I guess this really was about "pflügen."

God...i miss the freedom of this blog. posting on the ajc site is groovy and all, but I can't say "fuck" or "cunt" and that's really a problem. so yeah, the festival is good and all i love my creative freedom, but god! work? what s that all about? i m supposed to be clubbing and taking pills and drinking with topless girls and boys on the beach. Putain!

today was badass--got to meet lars von trier for the second time and (drumroll please,) BILL "ghostbustin ass" MURRAY!!! that was so fucking cool. and it was better than just a handshake. but i m not gonna write the same fucking thing twice so read my other page. and as for jinxie, i ll work on keeping up my daily 20 phone calls, 40 emails, multiple blog postings, picture taking, video shooting, and article writing. as bill lumbergh would say "ye---ea----ah."
meow to all! and love from the cote d'azur!
let the pastis flow like wine, and the wine flow like the waves on the encroaching seas!
nazdravi!

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I found myself going thru old pics and stuff...so I'll indulge myself a little.