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Watched a bio on River Phoenix last night, and dreamed about him. He'd written a book of poems about living on the street as a male prostitute (Idaho was discussed in some detail in the bio), brought them to me to illustrate, write intros and outros and bridges, and broker, which I did. I used cards from different tarot decks for a lot of the illustrations (?), some public domain photgraphs, using Photoshop to color, distort, and/or combine images. The book was available online as edit-and-print-yourself, and purchasers could add their own artwork and comments to their copy before printing. I saw BHP's and got my feelings hurt. River didn't care, since he had died by then...