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| feb 22 -2004 |
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| cheese danish |
| and a coffee |
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| toward highway 62 |
| blowing by rain |
| but never loosing it |
indio, ca |
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| feb 18 -2004 |
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| crossing town |
| radio off |
| looking up |
| at the blank stare |
| of empty signs |
| and cold buildings |
los angeles, ca |
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| feb 15 -2004 |
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| buildings transformed |
| into 60 foot billboards |
| reflecting back advertising |
| to a populated center |
| kept bright by police helicopters |
| and cruising low riders |
los angeles, ca |
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| feb 10 -2004 |
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| the city never ended |
| looping back on itself |
| like a cloverleaf interchange |
| he tried to escape |
| but kept missing the turnoff |
| and ending up in glendale |
riverside, ca |
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| feb 09 -2004 |
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| he left the city |
| with a full tank of gas |
| and a pack of gum |
| he said goodbye to |
| the dinosaurs and |
| a different way of life |
palm springs, ca |
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| feb 08 -2004 |
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| hanging out the open window |
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| trying to discover her equalibrium |
| before losing her grip |
los angeles, ca |
| -guest photographer: lue cia |
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| feb 04 -2004 |
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| living on the edge of society |
| he watched over his land |
| and his scrap metal pile |
| guarding it against unknown
forces |
| scheming against him |
| and his ideas |
los angeles, ca |
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| feb 01 -2004 |
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| swaying to the sounds |
| of imaginary voices |
| yelling out insults |
| for no reason |
| she hated LA but |
| she had no choice but to stay |
los angeles, ca |
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