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| Real Name: |
Margarita |
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Female |
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Attached & not looking |
| Location: |
Toronto, Ontario, Canada |
| Birthdate: |
Jan 9, 1984, I'm 24 and a Capricorn |
| My +Buddies: |
0=0, carbonpebbles, CROOKLYN, fierce, migga, Nubtech, Shann, TheBubiZ |
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carbonpebbles, CROOKLYN, fakefight, fierce, jayboi, Nubtech, rudeboi, Shann |
| Bio: |
Somewhere on the motorway between Brugge and Ghent
suddenly the smell of pea soup enters your nostrils. Nowhere
near there is a kitchen. In the surrounding fields the pulses have hardly sprouted from
the soil. But because you are hungry the feeling of suprise is replaced by the observation
that stopping is prohibited on motorways.
(In this stage it is hard to tell whether a deceleration is a change of direction in
disguise or rather the end of a process of slowing down,which, from the point of view of
the pedestrian, simply boils down to a feeling which is very much the same as the careful
decision not to participate in a finite whole...one quarter, or a few quarters of a turn
further and you have come to a standstill!
Everyone understands that a dislocated ankle need not be intrinsically happy because it is
located underneath a healthy knee. Copyright Ghent Compares Ghent is the reverse of
a traffic-jam caused by motorists who slow down to watch the accident on the opposite
carriageway.
Urban areas like motorways claim their rights, and like any serious synecdoche the
artistic ’re-experience’ presents all other moments when you meet yourself within the
confines of a fairy tale. An infinite number of resting-places is now at your
disposal. The catalogue is not numbered, but volume 0 of the collected instructions
for use is.
Living deformation is exponential; one finds the time to doubt the word ’meaning’, rules
have literally become rules of the game, and the largest possible rounding off is a feint,
a sort of copyright, which like a crystallized phosphene hangs at eye level on a thread
from the clouds, staring at you. Things are becoming more clear-cut : you need a partner
who agrees that the Graslei is a wider emergency lane than the Koornlei.
It also has something of a vacation. Suddenly the city decides that you must halt.
Unscheduled. You are your own aquaintance whom you run into. Perfectly misleading clues
remain invisible. The sun and the heat promise fine weather
forecasts.
Therefore you are less suprised today than last year that everyone in the street knows
that it is your birthday, and you would like to chat with people who enquire into the lack
of curiosity. To a far greater extent than is the case with cycling, a game of rugby is
about possessing something which you don’t take from someone else. If, furthermore, the
wind blows as heavy during the mouting of the fishing-line construction as today- it is
blowing away Louise’s ash cross from her forehead- then we’ll have a temporary problem.)
- Honore S’O
Copyright Ghent Compares Ghent
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"I am a poet that proses what the world composes and composes what the world
proses" -saul williams. |
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My Gallery• captured notions of exploratio (104, 104 new  )
we walk for miles to undeciphered locations. remnants of my world held hostage in a 36mm lens. 4am streets. abandon. fire. it is never okay to be bored. • killarney. (7, 7 new )
best friend adventures with no technological expenditures.
I drank the lake and we ran through forests in the middle of the night. you wish you could eat from salad spinners and tell horror stories about rabid raccoons. • moi (5, 5 new )
pictures • my art (29, 29 new )
ownership is not par to creation. • my family. (10, 10 new )
there are few things you can count on..this is one of mine.
please lets drink more vodka shots and yell about how great we are. thank you. • om. (15, 15 new )
everything is connected. • our house.our street.our city (65, 65 new )
friends. adventures. new years. science centre. infinite. • process 35mm (22, 22 new )
roll your film canisters into enemy territory • that halo around your head (69, 69 new )
monochromatic inclinations of time machines • the city of soul. (44, 44 new )
click.the apature is set to gather the light reflections of this city.
walkscapes. zoom in. zoom out.
new york. yes please. My Reviews (None Yet)My Poems• at rush hour the cars (0 | 2004-01-27  )
• fabricated sighs (0 | 2004-01-27 )
• up into glue stains (0 | 2004-01-27 )
• knots in the phone line. (1 | 2003-12-13 )
• party dress. (1 | 2003-12-13 )
• reel (0 | 2003-12-13 )
• spiral stew. (0 | 2003-12-13 )
• derailed. (1 | 2003-10-15 )
• a constructive fact (0 | 2002-12-06 )
• fight (0 | 2002-12-06 )
• orderly (0 | 2002-12-06 )
• parting lines (0 | 2002-12-06 )
• so (0 | 2002-12-06 )
• so I claim (0 | 2002-12-06 )
• the drop will fall (0 | 2002-12-06 )
• walls (0 | 2002-12-06 )
• without a thin endurance (0 | 2002-12-06 )
• words, hint at our own progress... (0 | 2002-12-06 )
• apologies (2 | 2002-10-15 )
• bristles (0 | 2002-09-17 )
• fetish (2 | 2002-09-17 )
• institutions (0 | 2002-09-17 )
• limbs (1 | 2002-09-17 )
• little girl (3 | 2002-09-17 )
• shattered image (3 | 2002-09-17 )
• short story. a piece. (0 | 2002-09-17 )
• white (0 | 2002-09-17 )
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