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Peeling paint off of Albany Ave. in Kingston, New York. Photo by Eric Francis.
Peeling paint on an old door, off of Albany Ave. in the town of Ulster, New York. Photo by Eric Francis.

“the war against ourselves,” Stop That!В  There is a way to say that you know, with behavior, conduct.В  People are apt to take that personally, such a bad habit since it manifests as auto-critic, the erotic part of that is getting off on yourself as the center of the universe, or rubbing elbows in a fraternity hot tub with your potential Secretary of State, potential -but you never do know. Well sometimes you do Know, that is to feel what (the) War is really all about. In the form of it All, it matters how you go about things, the doings -that which contributes and transpires. As the planet breathes. Somehow, apparently, as the spiritual loses touch with the earth as an aspect of being, Earth is no longer an aspect of the Self, make that respect.

the war against ourselves is how we manifest, seems to be a matter of choice, in response to what? Fear for example, drop a coin into that well -a rather simple equation, speculation, what you put in is what you get out. Of course we all know by now that is not true, some manner of cunning is required. We may as well say here that you are what you eat, as a vortex, eating being what you cultivate; the till, the toil, the seed, the soil. Sweat sometimes, on the reins. Work. & live with respect within the entire.

Patchen so much as said it, lived rich that way. Like we all live in a yaw, torque, Being There. Shit done hit the fan, red flags all over the place. Big segue scene. Where is Steve McQueen when we need him. Fill in the blank, we will have a contest. Putting your own name in there is legitimate, you know where it says self. putting your life on that line. Right there where you draw it. Perhaps as a mustachio on the Mona Lisa. here we are trying to transform a much larger picture.

— Ronald Dahl

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