the willow house was a fucked up little house we used to call home while we were at tyler school of art together. the house was condemned by the city. now we're all scattered all over the place, far from willow ave. i thought this might be a good way for us to keep in touch and share music and whatever projects we're working on. maybe also give each other a kick in the pants to make art or whatever.
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the only thing worse than woody's garden variety misogyny is his need to dress it up as garden variety existentialism.
i love it!
I love it too. I hope I have access to any sort of "garden" at age 72.
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