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- People used to love me. (April 2, 1992.)
- People used to love me. (2/24/92)
- People used to love me. (Friday Sept. 13, 1991.)
- People used to love me. (Sunday 7/21/91 9:31 am.)
- People used to love me. Sometimes in a passive/agg...
- My "novella-la." 33 years in the making.
- "I Like Cheese" by Scooter.
- P.M. (From 1988.)
- 4:26, on a hot June morning.
- This and that. Nothing, really.
- Stuff. (Early am edition.)
- Letter from Russell. Nov. 1989.
- David Bowie.
- Letter from Russell. Dec. 30, 1985.
- *@#$%&*+!!!
- The Cracks.
- Stuff.
- People used to love me - sometimes in a sorta scar...
- My ex-wife.
- On the back of a Western Steer place-mat. Late 80s.
- Steer note to myself. June 28, 1990.
- Steer note to Big Mac. Late 80s.
- People used to love me.
- First Lollapalooza. 1991.
- Letter to Russell. (Early 80s)
- Late 70s?
- Probably late 70s.
- Steer Silliness (probably early 90s).
- 1992. (On the back of a Western Steer placemat.)
- Henry James.
- Christmas-time, early 90s. At the golf course.
- Doodle. Early 90s.
- Score cards.
- Un-groovy decay.
- Does this look finished?
- People used to love me. (June 20, 1992)
- RIP Andrew Gold.
- Incomplete story idea, Pt.2. (Late 70s?)
- Incomplete story idea, Pt.1. (Late 70s?)
- The ghost.
- NOEL.
- Brie-fly. (From the late 70s?)
- More F.S. (1993)
- In midair.
- Plan? I got no plan.
- Not feeling so good.
- People used to love me. ( June 24th, 1992. 10:25 p...
- People used to love me. (June 22, 1992. Monday. Le...
- People used to love me. (Friday June 12, 1992. Let...
- People used to love me. (June 12, 1992. Letter 1.)
- The trip to Chapel Hill.
- Umm... a note by my ex-wife. (80s)
- People used to love me. (1981)
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About Me
- Jimmi Blue
- Call me Jimmi Blue. I grew up in a small town (a very small town) in S.E. North Carolina, in the 60s and 70s. As a teenager, I fantasized about Glam Rock and living at Max's Kansas City. I wasted my life daydreaming and playing rock and roll. This blog is a post card sent on my way to Oblivion.
Limited creativeness...but sincerely written.
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