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  • About 9 months ago I became obsessed with blackout poetry.

    Take the newspaper and a sharpie. See what happens.

    It always worked out this way - whatever was boiling under the surface would find its way out. Simple yet profound, this process allowed me to shut off my head, let my hands take over. They knew just how to black out the excess, eliminate the unnecessary, get to the truth.

    On a flight to Mexico I compulsively did about four of these. One after the other. I had a lot on my mind. A lot to work out.

    Exhausting, these adventures of the heart.
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