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3.30.12: Pictures of you….

I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they’re real
I’ve been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are
All I can feel…..

A collection of photos:

Tuesday March 20th:

Lunch at Soy & Sake....

Dinner at Soy & Sake....

Revolution now!

Revolution now! Late night...

Wednesday March 21st:

Remembering
You standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell in
Holding you close
How I always held close in your fear…..

Occupy Wall Street Art Exhibit Opening at The Yippie Museum....

Occupy Wall Street Art Exhibit Opening at The Yippie Museum....Photography by Giles Clarke.

Nautical Outfit

That night I had some of the most intriguing conversations on politics and life.

Saturday March 24th: Jefferson Starship

Hanging out backstage with old family friends from the band….

With David Freiberg...

David Freiberg, My Dad & Paul Kantner

Sunday March 25th:

My friends and I went and handed out food to the homeless near Penn Station for several hours & than Jacquelyn and I went to JivaMukti where she purchased a Yoga class pack for my birthday! THANK YOU! 🙂

Lunch at JivaMuktea Cafe

Lunch at JivaMuktea Cafe

Tuesday March 27th: Let Them Talk TV interview LIVE with Paul DeRienzo &

Something new Fashion Event; Modeling:

Remembering
You running soft through the night
You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow
And screamed at the make-believe
Screamed at the sky
And you finally found all your courage
To let it all go….

 

More pictures to come professionally..
” Something New” Fashion Event at DROM.  Modeling for AuH2O Thriftique (Designer Kate Goldwater. Tie skirt.) and friends.

Let them Talk TV Station interview with Paul on PETA and Veganism:

If only I’d thought of the right words
I could have held on to your heart
If only I’d thought of the right words
I wouldn’t be breaking apart
All my pictures of you

Looking so long at these pictures of you
But I never hold on to your heart
Looking so long for the words to be true
But always just breaking apart
My pictures of you

As you can probably see from all these photos: I have had a hectic past two weeks. A lot of events are coming up at The Cafe that I am on the board of and I am focusing on that, my birthday party on April 13th (though really April 12th!) and this weekend I will be filming a documentary with my friend Diana, a health coach as well as feeding homeless on Long Island on Sunday.

Next weekend I will be heading up to Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary for my annual birthday visit! and a breath of fresh air.

I will and promise to catch up soon and keep in touch.

03.16.12: 88 Lines + 1 about 44 +1 women….

88 Lines About 44 Women :

Deborah was a Catholic girl, she held out till the bitter end.
Carla was a different type, she’s the was one who put it in.
Mary was a black girl and I was afraid of a girl like that.
Susan painted pictures sitting down like the Buddha sat.Reno was an aimless girl, a geographic memory.
Cathy was a Jesus freak, she liked that kind of misery.
Vicky had a special way of turning sex into a song.
Camala who couldn’t sing, kept the beatand kept it strong.
[humming]
Zilla was an archetype, the voodoo queen, the queen of rap.
Joan thought men were second best to masturbating in the bath.
Sheri was a feminist, she really had that gift of gab.
Kathleen’s point of view was this, “Take whatever you can grab.”
[humming]

Seattle was another girl who left her mark upon the map.
Karen liked to tie me up and left me hanging by a strap.
Jeanie had this night club walk that made grown men feel underage.
Mary Ellen who had a son said, “I must go.” but finally stayed.

[humming]

Gloria, the last taboo was shattered by her tongue one night.
Meme brought the taboo back and held it up for the light.
Marilyn who knew no shame, was never ever satisfied.
Julie came and went so fast, she didn’t even say goodbye.

Rachel Kay London Mod

Well, Rhonda had a house in Venice, lived on brown rice and cocaine.
Patty had a house in Houston, shot top syrup in her veins.
Linda thought her life was empty, filled it up with alcohol.
Catherine was much too pretty, she didn’t do that shit at all.
Uh uh, not Catherine.

[humming]

Pauline thought love was simple, turn it on and turn it off.
Jean-Marie was complicated, like some French film maker’s plot.
Jeanna was the perfect lady, always kept her stockings straight.
Jackie was a rich punk rocker, silver spoon and a paper plate.

[humming]

Sarah was a modern dancer, lean pristine transparency.
Janet wrote bad poetry, in a crazy kind of urgency.
Tonya, turkish, liked to fuck while wearing leather boots.
Brenda’s strange obsession was for certain vegetables and fruit.

[humming]

Rowena was an artist’s daughter, the deeper image shook her up.
Dee Dee’s mother left her father, took his money and his truck.
Debby Ray had no such problems, perfect Norman Rockwell home.
Nina sixteen, had a baby, left her parents, lived alone.
Bobbie joined a new wave band and changed her name to Bobbie-Socks.
Eloise who played guitar, she sang songs about whales and cops.
Terry didn’t give a shit, was just a nihilist.
Robin was much more my style, she wrote songs just like this.
Jezabel went forty days drinking nothing but Perrier.
Dinah drove her Chevrolet into the San Francisco Bay.
Judy came from Ohio, she’s a Scientologist.
Amaranda, here’s a kiss, I chose you to end this list.

Rachel, is a vegan, passionate and spontaneous.
(She really did end this list).

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