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Roadmap

Roadmaps from Lee Stone on Vimeo. I’m going to make a roadmap. There won’t be any freeways or streets marked though… just bridges, buildings, mountains, and valleys drawn by crayons. There will be a big red “X” in the bottom … Continue reading

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Thank You!

I want to express gratitude for all of the support I’ve received in the last few months. It’s amazing to find out that the support system I’ve been wanting for so long has been right next to me, in the … Continue reading

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Solitude

I wanted solitude, I guess, when I turned my back on capitalism and walked alone into a redwood forest. The trees were constantly whispering though, telling me over and over about how happy they were to make shade while I … Continue reading

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Home

There was a sad and empty look in his eyes. The curl in his lips and the speed of his words let me know that he’d scored meth recently. I let him tell me a story about his recent arrest. … Continue reading

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Picket Fences

Picket fences are for your grandparents. I want reality tv shows about my cushy desk job. I’ll order subordinates in stuffy clothes to do things that do absolutely no good for humanity, but all sorts of good for my pocketbook … Continue reading

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I Am

I am a product of the environment that I grew up in. In a predominantly white suburb of Portland, Oregon, my friends and I judged female beauty based on a scale that had been given to us by commercials and … Continue reading

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Lighthouses

I wonder why they haven’t hit us yet, those falling stars we see from mountain tops. I touched one once. It felt like pine needles, tingling from the glow. My toes twitched, and the butterflies made my stomach giggle, but … Continue reading

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