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my name is henryleo 
i collect sounds from a multitude of sources including but not limited to:

- my bedroom
- underwater
- vinyl, cassette, and/or VHS
- the internet
- the bottom of a well
- between the pages of an old book
 
then i rearrange them into sound collage in an effort to translate 
the shifting diagrams from the ether of my dreams into something tangible and perhaps establish a connection with other people who experience similar diagrammatical shift.

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      <title>reaching for the sky</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2009 23:35:51 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>horn</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 11:20:23 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>weaving the framwork</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[weaving the framwork]]></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 11:05:52 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>aynore</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 00:38:17 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>Henry Leo - A Skeleton Hope</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2007 00:07:34 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>this is most unfortunate fate</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2007 22:40:57 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>how long was i sleeping</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2007 22:36:09 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>Once Again</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2007 22:26:08 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>branches and bombs</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[- previous -
the cool and smooth branches of a peach tree or maybe a cherry blossom
in the winter when all the fruit and leaves have gone and all that is left is the gray bark
and im completely surrounded , engulfed in clouds of curious slender fingers
pushing through them with my head down i am heading for a clearing


- recent -
a large explosion in a major city. a nuclear explosion tossing up mountains of vaporized steel and concrete
a friend and myself drove in the opposite direction to find refuge and connect with our families
ending up on an island of the coast of southern california - the only place not poisoned with radiation 
i lost him to the crowds and could still not find my own family

>fast forward<
years in the future i live in the husk of what was a bustling metropolis
the radiation is bad in some areas but in most its only bad enough to cause open sores and delusions
a woman stood in front of what used to be a vending machine begging for the long rotted contents to dispense at her words
i tried to explain that she would need coins but her world and ours were very different 
i was sleeping in a dusty loft three stories up but showering in a bathroom on the ground floor
the spiders were clinging to the slick walls so i splashed some water near them to scare them back into their cracks

a friend of mine was heading up some kind of resistance effort to help those stuck in the bombed out city
kept here like prisoners by barricades and barbed wire fences courtesy of the american government
the military police ambushed her and i walking across a plaza buzzing with hundreds of infected refugees
she seemed almost serene despite their automatic weapons 
i was of no interest to them so i slithered back to the loft where i found a small turtle
floating in a glass of yellowish water
it had been poisoned too - like the rest of us , odd things growing out if its shell and face
not many animals left except the rats and roaches
but i had found an old aquarium with only minor cracks and i filled it with the same dirty water i bathed in
i poured the turtle into his new home and he was so overjoyed with the increase in size and depth
that he began to do little somersaults in the water
it made me smile greatly
it was just me and him now
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      <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2007 12:07:29 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>visiting friends</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[i had a dream last night that i was visiting a friend in San Francisco , which makes sense because i recently returned from a trip to SF to visit my best friend Maxwell. In my dream however there was an uncomfortable inbalance in his household and it was undecided where i would sleep and bathe. whilst the debate about my stay was unfolding between my dream friend and his roommate i took the oppertunity to wander around the city. i found myself in what appeared to be a neighborhood of extreme asian influence. large red wooden doors blocked off areas of the streets and huge posters and banners hung thick in all directions. some showed pictures of leaders or emperors while some only displayed great black texts in sweeping inky brush strokes. i am a fan of old paper and anything aged and cultured so i began collecting as many scraps of poster as i could. i came upon one of the great red doors and felt it would lead me back to my friends apartment but instead i found myself in some dining hall. the lack of chairs and the style of dress told me this was a japanese restaurant and i had interupted a delicate meal. i was lead outside by curteous and beautiful japanese girls in full kimono dress and i was back on the way to Maxwell's apartment, but as i got closer and closer a sense of forboding came over me and so i crept through the shadows instead. when i was close enough to see the balcony outside the dream apartment i noticed a man seated there. with long hair dark as obsidian and skin just as pale. his legs crossed. he wore a red coat and slacks. he was very much evil i could feel it in the air. i snuck up underneath the balcony and so he hadnt seen me quite yet. suddenly there was a sphere of light in my palm. slightly blue in color and having almost no weight. i knew that i was to use this to vanquish the pale man in red, but i wasnt sure how. from a detached view point i watched as my dream self leaped up onto the balcony catching the man by surprise. initial i just held the sphere to his face and he cringed in pain, but it became apparent that this wasnt going to completely destroy the creature. so i pushed the sphere into his chest and clear out the other side. the ball of light glowed fiercly in my hand, his face twisted with pain and anger. his clothes and skin turned a deep midnight blue and then stars and then constellations and then whole galaxies came to life in front of me . . . then it slowly dissipated
and i woke with a horrible pain in my back.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jul 2007 13:10:21 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>fire places</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[i dreamt i remembered something
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my dream self remembered being young
like a boy of 8 or 10
and curious
and finding a secret in a fireplace
but in whose home was this? and what was in the fireplace?
it was all very blurry
i sought out guidance and found myself in a small corner market
half of the flourescent lights were flickering or out completely
the floor had a foamy green color to it and i was looking for my aunt
she would know where the fireplace was

but there was a dog in the market
a white dog, fluffy like a chow, but taller and leaner like a wolf
he knew i was remembering and tasted the darkness of the secret
he came at me like smoke
not for my legs or my crotch, he wanted my throat
i clamped my hands over his snout and could feel the fever in his breath
my fingers digging into his gums and snarl and whisker
he quivered with hatred

a pause

and then i was walking calmly down a boardwalk
in a crowded city, in a part of town where the streets are thick with culture
the people have a pride about them and the old women remember their mother land
i was hand in hand with a young brunette i did not recognize
she took me to a small stand selling jewelry and i explained to the old woman there that i needed her help
i paid her money but took no jewels
i needed her guidance
and when the words began to seep from my mouth a huge swell of black seawater rose up behind the stand
it was coming over the pier and sweeping everything away
the wave crashed and caught us waist deep,  the unfamiliar brunette and i ran towards and alley
dripping wet i lifted her onto the partially lowered ladder of a fire-escape 
she climbed to the top and thats the last i saw of her

and then i was swept away and taken into a sewage canal
it was there that i was accosted and taken prisoner by a group of older hispanic gang members
they were all shirtless and bald and wearing dark sunglasses despite being underground
they all had large crucifixs tattooed on their backs
when i explained who i was and what i was trying to remember, they lightened their grips
and warned me that i was in danger
but they agreed to show me a place that would help me remember 
they lead me deeper into the sewer
i remember taking a handful of torn pages from a book
the words were light and full of positive energy
i tossed them onto a concrete ledge away from the water below, like a footprint
something to leave behind because i had the feeling i wasnt coming back

a pause

and i can only see slightly
my hand is searching
feeling around in the darkness - covered in soot
i find a brick that feels slightly loose and out of place
i press it in and a sound and a fog comes out that fills me with a fear stronger than ive ever felt
i am terrorfied but i cannot stop myself
i crawl inside the fireplace and remove the brick and another and another
and another until there is a hole in the darkness - to an even darker void
the cold dusty fear of crouching in a fireplace with my face inches from a hole to the purest of evils
and this is all i can recall
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      <pubDate>Fri, 22 Jun 2007 21:35:01 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>Good Morning</title>
      <link>http://virb.com/henryleo/posts/text/30602</link>
      <description><![CDATA[i had a wonderfully complex dream last night involving large tanker ships and the harbor as well as the ability to walk on walls and the ceiling and later there was some sort of odd bathroom experience where the stalls had LCD screens for walls and advertisements were plastered about. i will post more again later concerning the delicious purchases i made at the thrift store this weekend as well as some very nice ink drawings i started. i hope your morning is going well. ]]></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2007 11:16:00 -0700</pubDate>
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