Wednesday, November 20, 2013

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Shimmy and shake through the leaf-strewn graveyard, the only soul alive. Pop and lock as the sunrise knocks.

The hip is starting to go. Hold on hip!

Such a meditation this morning. The ego letting go, slowly but surely. The mind sharpened. 

Dreamt last night I was watching Maxfield Parrish movies with Will. Then woke up to create the movie.







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