June 2012
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Alarm, ceiling, bed, eyes, open. Floor, feet, muscles in my arms. Thoughts, morning. Awake, bed, half-awake in my pajamas. (Not Frog Pajamas) Wander, tea or coffee. Wonder-Tea. Awake. Really awake awake awake awake. Phone, Tom, Yes to Way the hell out there Visit – needs for comradarie. 2nd try eggs, day 1, tomorrow…
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Just saw two bicyclists pulled over on 88 headed to Albany from Ithaca. They (the bikers) had GIANT American flags strapped to their backs. The trooper looked pissed, flailing his Bear arms and the cyclists had their jaws agape. This is the perfect opportunity for a song. Grandmother gangster, bearing down the interstate, don’t care…
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Acoustic stage performance in front of all my friends and Family in NC: check. Two open mic sets at the Our Fest: check. Two performances at the Our Fest in Sherman, NY, one of which featuring Christopher Yarrow (Lovechild of Peter, Paul and Mary) on the washtub bass: check. One in-house presentation of Somewhere Over…
anita lorraine moore 