Sunday, August 10, 2008

The Archives Vol. IV


I can't sleep.

When I was fifteen, my Mother said to me, "When are you going to go to sleep, James?"

At forty-three, I still don't know.

But the night looks beautiful.

Remember who you are.
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4 comments:

  1. gary griffinSunday, August 10, 2008 10:34:00 AM

    james, you really should think about persuing a career in photography...you're quite good at it.

    btw, looks like i have to go to nyc in a few months.

    drinks?

    g.

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  2. Chip WillisSunday, August 10, 2008 7:47:00 PM

    g said it right.

    This is JMG also.

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  3. Andrea GrantMonday, August 11, 2008 12:10:00 AM

    Can't sleep either. Crickets, ocean outside the window... and all I can think is that nature is so loud it cannot hear me scream...

    xo a

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  4. gary griffinMonday, August 11, 2008 9:42:00 AM

    i need to hang with you motherfuckers, end of story.

    g.

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