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Saturday, November 15, 2008








Once again, S. Cal is on fire. This time it's north LA.

We are helplessly hoping.


Here in the desert.

There are sheep. Sheep with very big horns.
Who shall lead them out of their own desert?

It seems a wasteland, a giant ash tray balanced on a broken table with termites at its legs.


Anda Child shall lead them.

or is it Poppet?

Then, where must they go? These sheep, with big horns, noise without substance?

Do Poppet shepherds finally go home?





Sheesh. Your artist is going to hide away and make things...