| J.G. Ballard, 1930–2009 | |
| David Cunningham Issue: 156 - July/August 2009 | |
| André Gorz, 1923–2007 | |
| Finn Bowring Issue: 148 - March/April 2008 | |
| Joseph McCarney, 1941–2007 | |
| Chris Arthur Issue: 146 - November/December 2007 | |
| Richard Rorty, 1931–2007 | |
| Neil Gascoigne Issue: 146 - November/December 2007 | |
| Jean Baudrillard, 1929–2007 | |
| Richard J. Lane Issue: 144 - July/August 2007 | |
| Philippe Lacoue-Labarthe, 1940–2007 | |
| Christopher Fynsk Issue: 144 - July/August 2007 | |
| Iris Marion Young, 1949–2006 | |
| Meena Dhanda Issue: 140 - November/December 2006 | |
| Paul Ricoeur, 1913–2005 | |
| Roland Boer Issue: 133 - September/October 2005 | |
| Susan Sontag, 1933–2004 | |
| Liam Kennedy Issue: 131 - May/June 2005 | |
| Wolfe Mays, 1912–2005 | |
| Joanna Hodge Issue: 131 - May/June 2005 | |
| OBITUARY SYMPOSIUM : Jacques Derrida : ‘Affirm the Survival’ | |
| Judith Butler Issue: 129 - January/February 2005 | |
| OBITUARY SYMPOSIUM : Jacques Derrida : A Death Foretold, a Life Retold: Derrida’s Press | |
| David Macey Issue: 129 - January/February 2005 | |
| OBITUARY SYMPOSIUM : Jacques Derrida : A Different World | |
| David Wood Issue: 129 - January/February 2005 | |
| OBITUARY SYMPOSIUM : Jacques Derrida : An Ethos of Reading | |
| Simon Critchley Issue: 129 - January/February 2005 | |
| OBITUARY SYMPOSIUM : Jacques Derrida : Jacques Derrida, 1930–2004 | |
| David Cunningham Issue: 129 - January/February 2005 | |
| OBITUARY SYMPOSIUM : Jacques Derrida : Remembering Derrida | |
| Gayatri Chakravorty Spivak Issue: 129 - January/February 2005 | |
| Richard Wollheim, 1923–2003 | |
| Art & Language Issue: 124 - March/April 2004 | |
| Edward Said | |
| Benita Parry Issue: 123 - January/February 2004 | |
| Maurice Blanchot, 1907-2003 | |
| Ann Smock Issue: 120 - July/August 2003 | |
| Monique Wittig, 1935-2003 | |
| Joanne Winning Issue: 120 - July/August 2003 | |
| Ian Craib, 1945-2002 | |
| Ted Benton Issue: 119 - May/June 2003 | |
| Norman O. Brown, 1913-2002 | |
| Eli Zaretsky Issue: 118 - March/April 2003 | |
| Norman O. Brown, 1913-2002 | |
| Kristin Ross Issue: 118 - March/April 2003 | |
| Dominique Janicaud, 1937 - 2002 | |
| Simon Critchley Issue: 117 - January/February 2003 | |
| Hans-Georg Gadamer, 1900-2002 | |
| Andrew Bowie Issue: 114 - July/August 2002 | |
| Pierre Bourdieu, 1930 - 2002 | |
| David Macey Alex Callinicos Frederic Vandenberghe Issue: 113 - May/June 2002 | |
| John Fauvel, 1947-2001 | |
| Noel Parker Issue: 111 - January/February 2002 | |
| W.V.O. Quine, 1908-2000 | |
| Roger Harris Issue: 107 - May/June 2001 | |
| Compendium Bookshop, 1968-2000 | |
| Philip Derbyshire Issue: 105 - January/February 2001 | |
| Roy Edgley, 1925-1999 | |
| Joseph McCarney Issue: 97 - September/October 1999 | |
| Niklas Luhmann, 1927-1998 | |
| Frederic Vandenberghe Issue: 94 - March/April 1999 | |
| Jean-Francois Lyotard, 1924-1998 | |
| David Macey Issue: 91 - September/October 1998 | |
| CORNERLIUS CASTORIADIS, 1922-1997 | |
| Axel Honneth, Edgar Morin and Joel Whitebook Issue: 90 - July/August 1998 | |
| Wal Suchting, 1931-1997 | |
| John Rosenthal Issue: 85 - September/October 1997 | |
| Raphael Samuel, 1934-1996 | |
| Carolyn Steedman Issue: 82 - March/April 1997 | |
| THOMAS KUHN, 1922-1996 | |
| Ted Benton, Steve Fuller, Helen E. Longino Issue: 82 - March/April 1997 | |
| Emmanuel Levinas (1906-1995) | |
| Simon Critchley Issue: 78 - July/August 1996 | |
| Gillian Rose, 1947-1995 | |
| Howard Caygill Issue: 77 - May/June 1996 | |
| Ernest Gellner, 1925-1995 | |
| Michael Rustin Issue: 76 - March/April 1996 | |
| GILLES DELEUZE, 1925-1995 | |
| Paul Patton, Rosi Braidotti, David Macey Issue: 76 - March/April 1996 | |
| Georges Canguilhem, 1904-1995 | |
| David Macey Issue: 75 - January/February 1996 | |
| Guy Debord, 1931-1994 | |
| David Macey Issue: 71 - May/June 1995 | |
| Karl Popper, 1902-1994 | |
| Joseph Agassi, Jerry Ravetz, Bernard Burgoyne, Robin Blackburn Issue: 70 - March/April 1995 | |
| Ralph Milband, 1924 - 1994 | |
| Ellen Meiksins Wood Issue: 68 - Autumn 1994 | |
| PAUL FEYERABEND, 1924-1994 | |
| Roy Edgley Issue: 67 - Summer 1994 | |
| E. P. Thompson, 1924-1993 | |
| Kate Soper Issue: 66 - Spring 1994 | |
| Madan Sarup, 1930 - 1993 | |
| Peter Osborne Issue: 66 - Spring 1994 | |
| George Rudé, 1910-1993 | |
| Keith McClelland Issue: 64 - Summer 1993 | |
| Henri Lefebvre, 1901-1991 | |
| Michael Kelly Issue: 60 - Spring 1992 | |
| Samuel Beckett (1906-1989) | |
| Leslie Hill Issue: 55 - Summer 1990 | |
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| A.J. Ayer (1910-1989) | |
| Jonathan Rée Issue: 53 - Autumn 1989 | |
Monday, 29 June 2009
Wednesday, 24 June 2009
Pop song from 1907: We Only Want Everything (and that's a reasonable request)
We Only Want The Earth
Some men, faint-hearted, ever seek
Our programme to retouch,
And will insist, when're they speak
That we demand too much.
'Tis passing strange, yet I declare
Such statements cause me mirth,
For our demands most moderate are,
We only want the earth.
"Be moderate" the trimmers cry.
Who dread the tyrants thunder.
You ask too much and people fly
From you aghast in wonder.
'Tis passing strange, for I declare
Such statements give me mirth,
For our demands most moderate are,
We only want the earth.
Our masters all a godly crew,
Whose hearts throb for the poor,
Their sympathies assure us, too,
If our demands were fewer.
Most generous souls! But please observe,
What they enjoy from birth
Is all we ever had the nerve
To ask, that is, the earth.
The"labour fakir" full of guile,
Base doctrine ever preaches,
And whilst he bleeds the rank and file
Tame moderation teaches.
Yet, in despite, we'll see the day
When, with sword in its girth,
Labour shall march in war array
To seize its own, the earth.
For labour long' with sighs and tears,
To its oppressors knelt.
But never yet, to aught save fears,
Did the heart of tyrant melt.
We need not kneel, our cause no dearth
Of loyal soldiers' needs
And our victorious rallying cry
Shall be we want the earth!
Some men, faint-hearted, ever seek
Our programme to retouch,
And will insist, when're they speak
That we demand too much.
'Tis passing strange, yet I declare
Such statements cause me mirth,
For our demands most moderate are,
We only want the earth.
"Be moderate" the trimmers cry.
Who dread the tyrants thunder.
You ask too much and people fly
From you aghast in wonder.
'Tis passing strange, for I declare
Such statements give me mirth,
For our demands most moderate are,
We only want the earth.
Our masters all a godly crew,
Whose hearts throb for the poor,
Their sympathies assure us, too,
If our demands were fewer.
Most generous souls! But please observe,
What they enjoy from birth
Is all we ever had the nerve
To ask, that is, the earth.
The"labour fakir" full of guile,
Base doctrine ever preaches,
And whilst he bleeds the rank and file
Tame moderation teaches.
Yet, in despite, we'll see the day
When, with sword in its girth,
Labour shall march in war array
To seize its own, the earth.
For labour long' with sighs and tears,
To its oppressors knelt.
But never yet, to aught save fears,
Did the heart of tyrant melt.
We need not kneel, our cause no dearth
Of loyal soldiers' needs
And our victorious rallying cry
Shall be we want the earth!
Sunday, 21 June 2009
Ball's to 1916
The word,
the word,
the word outside
gentlemen,
is a public concern of the first importance.
the word,
the word outside
YOUR domain,
YOUR stuffiness, this laughable impotence,
YOUR stupendous smugness, outside all the parrotry of
YOUR self-evident limitedness.
The word,YOUR self-evident limitedness.
gentlemen,
is a public concern of the first importance.
Saturday, 20 June 2009
OPEN YOUR SENSES
LOOK INTO THE DISTANCE -
AND WITHOUT LOSING 'SIGHT' OF THE SPACE IN BETWEEN -
LOOK INTO THE DISTANCE -
AND WITHOUT LOSING 'SIGHT' OF THE SPACE IN BETWEEN -
OPEN YOUR SENSES!
OPEN YOUR SENSES:
USE THEM, THEY ARE YOU and YOUR TOOLS OF ENGAGEMENT
USE THEM, THEY ARE YOU and YOUR TOOLS OF ENGAGEMENT
THEY ARE YOUR TOOLS OF ENGAGEMENT.
Neurons firing in the motor cortex cause parts of the body to move.
MOVE - SHIFT - KEEP MOVING,
DO NOT FLAIL, KEEP TRACK,
DO NOT LOSE YOUR SENSES ONCE YOU HAVE ENGAGED THEM
AND DO NOT LOSE THE SENSE OF YOUR SENSES.
KEEP MOVING! KEEP MOVING! KEEP MOVING!
KEEP YOUR NEURONS IN LINE WITH THE TRAJECTORY OF YOUR SOUL.
OPEN YOUR SENSES AND MOVE.
Prelude to nothing getting nowhere forward
Either we change the picture or we imploy are better graffiti artist. Think coperation, think co-operation. Think monopoly, the old boot and the Daily Star turned tits up Gerrard fisting that joke what reminded us of the end of jokes. It did.
Either we change the picture or we imploy are better graffiti artist. Think coperation, think co-operation. Think monopoly, the old boot and the Daily Star turned tits up Gerrard fisting that joke what reminded us of the end of jokes. It did.
Either we change the picture or we imploy are better graffiti artist. Think coperation, think co-operation. Think monopoly, the old boot and the Daily Star turned tits up Gerrard fisting that joke what reminded us of the end of jokes. It did.
Mirrors are everywhere
Gravy in the gravy train.
Adam Ryan
The following text has been authorised as official Doomsbury Set propaganda
Well, I sat down to look at your blog while Radio Four were broadcasting a part-time comedy about life at a newspaper (Electric Ink). I heard a quick-fire rant on the un-fact-checked immorality of blogging, and that reporters are now answerable to all the morons out there who comment on everything they write. That’s the lofty perspective of the traditional purveyors of disciplined wisdom, with a little humour. I don’t want to tear down the traditional above. Let them hang onto their noble plaque-in-a-cornerstone that reads ‘Fourth Estate,’ so long as they give us ethical copy. The point about the morons is valid, after all; when everyone’s cerebral drip trays empty out onto the same subject we do a disservice to that subject.
So what is conjured up on The Doomsbury Set blog, from below, so to speak? I am lucky to be viewing when it is reacting to the BNP’s grotesque parody of a news conference, and subsequent egg-stained recriminations. Your blog calls up the Nazis, Spain, Cable Street and the Index Librorum Prohibition (sic - Prohibitorum), and in between contrasts and defeats the BNP’s current spectre in political life with rejoices for Friday and the free writers and copy in the city of books. Your manifesto was posted on the blog last year, it includes the words ‘this is writing “with” the art,’ which I think holds true for the blog. A picture appears on the blog with some text, this text may comment on the picture or it may be part of the experience of looking at the picture. Take a pinprick of Brighton and Hove and put it on the blog. Has the poster ‘done’ it? Have they spotted something, considered it, captured and presented it? Or does a post represent: ‘POP…What do we make of this?’ Well that covers the traditional anti-tradition of the blog world. But to get to Doomsbury itself, on its own terms, with bullet-pointed goals and ongoing facetious meddling with those goals, does it succeed?
You’re lapsing, you Doomsburys. Yes, there’s stuff being posted on the blog that maintains the fraught e-pace and clears out each poster’s tubes, but this does not always grab your readers, if that is the goal. The stuff bounces off and between you, and when Tiktoc hasn’t been mentioned for a while it is sometimes hard for us readers to see what is being done with the blog. There are usually enough self-aware (even self-conscious) commentaries with the posts, but posts are so diverse in purpose and style that I think they may be scaring off outside perspectives or comments. What should be witty, and reads as witty, is posted next to something at the high end of ideas and sincerity, and it can be hard to judge as to whether the moment has passed, if the moment ever existed, where a reader’s youthful humour and skills at punning could have let them engage with you fine Doomsburys.
What this does mean of course is that your minds and characters are coming across well and strong in your posts, whether they are posts about Tiktoc, the last pub pint enjoyed, or any other contribution. And when Tiktoc comes to the fore (as I check the blog now there it is) we can glimpse the making of the journal, and that the journal is in very capable hands. You Doomsburys impress on us your genuine love for Tiktoc, and the wider excitement surrounding it. I have forced my brain into new shapes trying to do The Doomsbury Set justice here, for your noble work on the blog deserves honest, accurate description. I may have failed, in which case all I shall say is thank you for the opportunity, you Doomsburys.
Adam Ryan
The following text has been authorised as official Doomsbury Set propaganda
Well, I sat down to look at your blog while Radio Four were broadcasting a part-time comedy about life at a newspaper (Electric Ink). I heard a quick-fire rant on the un-fact-checked immorality of blogging, and that reporters are now answerable to all the morons out there who comment on everything they write. That’s the lofty perspective of the traditional purveyors of disciplined wisdom, with a little humour. I don’t want to tear down the traditional above. Let them hang onto their noble plaque-in-a-cornerstone that reads ‘Fourth Estate,’ so long as they give us ethical copy. The point about the morons is valid, after all; when everyone’s cerebral drip trays empty out onto the same subject we do a disservice to that subject.
So what is conjured up on The Doomsbury Set blog, from below, so to speak? I am lucky to be viewing when it is reacting to the BNP’s grotesque parody of a news conference, and subsequent egg-stained recriminations. Your blog calls up the Nazis, Spain, Cable Street and the Index Librorum Prohibition (sic - Prohibitorum), and in between contrasts and defeats the BNP’s current spectre in political life with rejoices for Friday and the free writers and copy in the city of books. Your manifesto was posted on the blog last year, it includes the words ‘this is writing “with” the art,’ which I think holds true for the blog. A picture appears on the blog with some text, this text may comment on the picture or it may be part of the experience of looking at the picture. Take a pinprick of Brighton and Hove and put it on the blog. Has the poster ‘done’ it? Have they spotted something, considered it, captured and presented it? Or does a post represent: ‘POP…What do we make of this?’ Well that covers the traditional anti-tradition of the blog world. But to get to Doomsbury itself, on its own terms, with bullet-pointed goals and ongoing facetious meddling with those goals, does it succeed?
You’re lapsing, you Doomsburys. Yes, there’s stuff being posted on the blog that maintains the fraught e-pace and clears out each poster’s tubes, but this does not always grab your readers, if that is the goal. The stuff bounces off and between you, and when Tiktoc hasn’t been mentioned for a while it is sometimes hard for us readers to see what is being done with the blog. There are usually enough self-aware (even self-conscious) commentaries with the posts, but posts are so diverse in purpose and style that I think they may be scaring off outside perspectives or comments. What should be witty, and reads as witty, is posted next to something at the high end of ideas and sincerity, and it can be hard to judge as to whether the moment has passed, if the moment ever existed, where a reader’s youthful humour and skills at punning could have let them engage with you fine Doomsburys.
What this does mean of course is that your minds and characters are coming across well and strong in your posts, whether they are posts about Tiktoc, the last pub pint enjoyed, or any other contribution. And when Tiktoc comes to the fore (as I check the blog now there it is) we can glimpse the making of the journal, and that the journal is in very capable hands. You Doomsburys impress on us your genuine love for Tiktoc, and the wider excitement surrounding it. I have forced my brain into new shapes trying to do The Doomsbury Set justice here, for your noble work on the blog deserves honest, accurate description. I may have failed, in which case all I shall say is thank you for the opportunity, you Doomsburys.
Friday, 19 June 2009
Thursday, 18 June 2009
The Doomsbury Set Manifesto
The Doomsbury Set Manifesto =========================== Members of the group:
understand that they are alive refuse to engage with stupid optimism and, in that, hope to combat pessimism feel themselves to be enslaved but are not clear how strive to find a new question refuse to use the language of the market and careers believe that art might be important refuse to leave off the hook
understand that they are alive refuse to engage with stupid optimism and, in that, hope to combat pessimism feel themselves to be enslaved but are not clear how strive to find a new question refuse to use the language of the market and careers believe that art might be important refuse to leave off the hook
Wednesday, 17 June 2009
The Doomsbury Set Manifesto
===========================
Members of the group:
===========================
Members of the group:
understand that they are alive
refuse to engage with stupid optimism and, in that, hope to combat pessimism
feel themselves to be enslaved but are not clear how
strive to find a new question
refuse to use the language of the market and careers
believe that art might be important
refuse to leave off the hook
refuse to engage with stupid optimism and, in that, hope to combat pessimism
feel themselves to be enslaved but are not clear how
strive to find a new question
refuse to use the language of the market and careers
believe that art might be important
refuse to leave off the hook
Monday, 15 June 2009
PRINTED MATTER MATTERS!
INSIDE OUTSIDE
Tiktoc 03 Tiktoc 03 is Tiktoc 03.INCLUDES NEW superdeluxe content, 'Academiamania!' columns, TYPEFACEs, 'MINUS SECTION' STORYBOARD FOR 'beardVERTISING' AND ANother EMAIL CONVERSATION
LIMITED EDITION OF52 copies from the City of Books at the price. Or from selected pavement selling spots.
WITH SPANISH LAGER
BOATING HAT
FYDDA I'NA tikTOC
THE BOX IS BACK, TIME PRESENT AND TIME
OFF SALES AVAILABLE,
FUTURE, TIGHT LIP TIGHT POCKETS POOR PUNTERS RIFF ON
"FOLD ONE AWAY TODAY"
Tiktoc.Is it worth it?
Sunday, 14 June 2009
Damn who?
It is the time when language has no precedent. Perhaps? The idea persists whereby something is smashed and we encircled it, we dare not touch it, but we do want to. It is within us all to wish that deep within the motocross wreckage their exists a rider with letters, and a non-reflectant visor,who at least takes the pressure of the incumbents. It is not a good sign when all around are ticking boxes and all around are gathered round and the idea of the poem gets eaten. " Dear Publisher" please feel free to pull your cheque book out after readung my heart wrenched musing. The glass fronted new churchco building slants away and sponsors me as I write. Who?
It is not impossible. The hologram is official. Admittance is permitted, shortly. Are there three voices? - With guitar and cheap mirror, echoes of the early world and of dutch painting. A pond, a window, a cajole in the shared street below. Of course, of course, here, slinking around Otto Dix's own personal table and her green ash face. Desperance and all other utterance - A chorus of sorts, the type of which was taken from the library on the occasion. Do you you remember? - Out in the street how the canvas wiped the wall, edges flailed under the life of her voice. Like mice didn't we squell away, into Zimmerman caves and ithis and ithat. If only we could share the streets again, as the official hologram ourselves as us.
Saturday, 13 June 2009
Doctor of Art
From: "Micheál O'Connell Mocksim" <m@mocksim.co.uk>
To: <jon.gilhooly@talk21.com>; "Huw Bartlett @Grey" <greyareagallery@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Art Doctors
Date: 13 June 2009 20:13
Jon, Huw - can we discuss the possibility of this Art Doctor Surgery being a Doomsbury Set thing? I'd like this for various reasons and I'd like if we could apply for funding soon as an organisation in preparation for the next festival. Either you, Jon are made a member of The Set for the purposes of the initiative or we (Huw and I) apply for funding with your (Doctor's) fees incorporated.
micheál o'connell
latest: www.mocksim.org/OperationCork.htm
To: <jon.gilhooly@talk21.com>; "Huw Bartlett @Grey" <greyareagallery@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Art Doctors
Date: 13 June 2009 20:13
Jon, Huw - can we discuss the possibility of this Art Doctor Surgery being a Doomsbury Set thing? I'd like this for various reasons and I'd like if we could apply for funding soon as an organisation in preparation for the next festival. Either you, Jon are made a member of The Set for the purposes of the initiative or we (Huw and I) apply for funding with your (Doctor's) fees incorporated.
micheál o'connell
latest: www.mocksim.org/OperationCork.htm
On appeased, Blonde longman on side
Eight Tiktocs away, TS Eliot on paper
One San Miguel,
All everything and everythying all
Sessional or otherwise
Casual
("&")
On appeased, Blonde longman on side
Eight Tiktocs away, TS Eliot on paper
One San Miguel,
All everything and everythying all
Sessional or otherwise
Casual
("&")
Eight Tiktocs away, TS Eliot on paper
One San Miguel,
All everything and everythying all
Sessional or otherwise
Casual
("&")
On appeased, Blonde longman on side
Eight Tiktocs away, TS Eliot on paper
One San Miguel,
All everything and everythying all
Sessional or otherwise
Casual
("&")
Friday, 12 June 2009
Thursday, 11 June 2009
Eddie fiss, garden gate
paused through cracks
Shi**ed up
"REJOIce FOR FRIDAY, THE WORLD AND THE CITY OF BOOKS!
"REJOI'ce FOR THE CITY OF BOOKS IN THE WORLD ON FRIDAY!
"REJOIce FOR THE FREE WRITERS, THE FREE COPY IN CITY OF BOOKS!"
her tent yours
thrust shins
Exceterror
FLANge
Roupee
Shi**ed up
"REJOIce FOR FRIDAY, THE WORLD AND THE CITY OF BOOKS!
"REJOI'ce FOR THE CITY OF BOOKS IN THE WORLD ON FRIDAY!
"REJOIce FOR THE FREE WRITERS, THE FREE COPY IN CITY OF BOOKS!"
her tent yours
thrust shins
Exceterror
FLANge
Roupee
No right of passge
POLITICAL TINDERBOX - REPLACE THE WORD EGG WITH THE OBJECT BRICK. REPLACE THE OBJECT EGG WITH THE object BRICK. Put down the brick, lift trigger, pull trigger. Fire with fire. They will understand they shall not pass.
"Ils ne passeront pas" "¡No pasarán!" "No passaran!""Sie kommen nicht durch!" "Pe aici nu se trece!")
THEY SHALL NOT PASS ON NE PASSE PAS!
Wednesday, 10 June 2009
Eddie fiss, riff
FAUST LE QUaCKs
SIT-UPS
"REJOIce FOR FRIDAY, THE WORLD AND THE CITY OF BOOKS!
"REJOI'ce FOR THE CITY OF BOOKS IN THE WORLD ON FRIDAY!
"REJOIce FOR THE FREE WRITERS, THE FREE COPY IN CITY OF BOOKS!
hurt TENUOUS
THirTY ChinS
EX-CITY
FLAN
ROUt PURT
SIT-UPS
"REJOIce FOR FRIDAY, THE WORLD AND THE CITY OF BOOKS!
"REJOI'ce FOR THE CITY OF BOOKS IN THE WORLD ON FRIDAY!
"REJOIce FOR THE FREE WRITERS, THE FREE COPY IN CITY OF BOOKS!
hurt TENUOUS
THirTY ChinS
EX-CITY
FLAN
ROUt PURT
Wednesday, 3 June 2009
Eddie fiss, shelved
FISTED QUIPS
STUMPS
"REJOIN"
HURTS TECHNIC
THURSDAY CINEMA
EXTRA GURNING
CHINS
RAMPARTS
STUMPS
"REJOIN"
HURTS TECHNIC
THURSDAY CINEMA
EXTRA GURNING
CHINS
RAMPARTS
Tuesday, 2 June 2009
Monday, 1 June 2009
Eddie fiss, foundations
WISHCRATES
POPS
"THE LAWNS"
HIRSUIT ETHICS
THE TWEEN THERE TEEN
MA REGO
QUESTS
ANTICS
POPS
"THE LAWNS"
HIRSUIT ETHICS
THE TWEEN THERE TEEN
MA REGO
QUESTS
ANTICS
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