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October 12th,
2009 12:24 am
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One of the galleries in L.A. I'm working with is having a Halloween bash weekend after next. If anybody wants an invite, let me know, I'll put your name on the list.
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February 9th,
2009 10:01 pm
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[John Roscoe.]
What the hell are you giving Mason, you son of a bitch.
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February 8th,
2009 5:46 pm
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[About twenty-four hours after his last post.]
Forgot how gray it gets in L.A.
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February 3rd,
2009 11:29 pm
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Stuck on a plane.
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December 21st,
2008 10:26 pm
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Best movie of all time is...?
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November 27th,
2008 8:54 pm
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[Jared has countless sketchbooks and notebooks, and to be honest he doesn't really keep track of them. His journal must look like all the others, because tonight he doesn't write anything, just draws in vague, careless black charcoal strokes. The shape doesn't resolve itself for a long time, climbing up in long straight lines and shadows until a face in a window stares out of the page. The boy -- or perhaps girl -- looks young, dreamy, and a little tired with his or her chin on hand. They're staring out at the rain, and somehow he manages to capture the sheen of water on glass and the highlights of a light on behind. After a little while, he pauses.]
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September 21st,
2008 12:31 am
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I'm in one of those moods where I end up smoking too much.
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July 10th,
2008 7:46 pm
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Home all right.
I'm sorry about the solider. What was his name?
[Lucy.]
Where are you?
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July 3rd,
2008 9:21 am
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[Locked from Barr & Stoughton.]
Dino was one of us. He wasn't a tale.
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June 9th,
2008 9:43 pm
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[Interested parties would have little difficulty finding an article about Jared Mirado's art showing. It spoke of his work in very flattering tones, about how it represents his charitable soul. No images were reproduced, so in order to have seen the works spoken of, one would have to attend.]
Fucking press don't know what the hell they're talking about.
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