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Traviata, Act1: Duetto: "Un di, felice, eterea" by Giuseppe Verdi |
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I mainly use face book now people
I am sorry for not posting on this
but
I am drawing and writing offline so it is more productive
I have been working on a comic for awhile now and when it is done I will show you all
I hope you all are being the awesome people I know you are
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[27 Nov 2007|12:31pm] |
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daivd byrne - dancing on vaseline |
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Я желаю я смогло поговорить русского.
also: fucking snow already!!!
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[20 Nov 2007|12:34pm] |
It's snowing!
I want to go fall asleep in it sooooo bad
but
it always snows when I am working
:(
I hope Kimberly didn't have to walk in the cold
I have felt wonderful lately
mainly due to the fire lit inside my belly
fueled by outside sources
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(1 east hasting | never so far away)
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[12 Nov 2007|01:11pm] |
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The Mummies - one potatoe two potatoe |
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This has been taking up most of my time lately, ( Basketball Museum! )
I have a girlfriend now!! [suprising right?]
I asked Kim Hynd out
[it only took me 6 years to try, but in my defense I am very intimidated by her]
and she said yes
so now I get to bother her as much as possible
[and sneak attack hug her at work]
enjoyable
:)
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(5 east hastings | never so far away)
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[05 Oct 2007|10:10am] |
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Mystery science theater 3000 - where o werewolf |
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off I go to forge some metal on Deer Island!
be back Monday evening
p.s. I hate Christopher Columbus Day it celebrates that idiot.
I mean come on now!
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(2 east hastings | never so far away)
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[25 Sep 2007|12:13pm] |
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Mst3k - Air on a Delta Knight |
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poseidon
ceaser's palace |
today is getting warmer and warmer
from a frost this morning
to a sweat right now
sick for a few days
now
I feel ok/tired
I have been doing alot of work on my computer
consolidated all the photo's I have on cds
deleted the shit
and
now have 1,500+ photo's so I will begin posting more tonight starting with Vermont and Texas
tons of Maine pictures to put up
cleaned my house and threw away alot of stuff
unsent letters that mock me
found art that I just never used
they suffered the greatest losses
finished my JtHM stencil
so now I need to cut more
and
paint the walls of the ungaurded outdoors
my uncle Kevin is in the hospital
he has emphysema and they think he just had a stroke
he was in the hospital that day luckily to have more tests done on his heart
more later
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[20 Sep 2007|06:06pm] |
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patches o' particles |
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pat mouthing crazy train |
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all my entries are made private
I am gonna go back and make the picture posts public
but
I am gonna give in and be a pompous person and make my whiny-bitching-Ihateeverything post private
also
more art to come soon
I wait in anticipation for the man to come around
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[26 Jun 2007|12:08pm] |
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Dead Kennedys - Lets Lynch the Landlord |
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Yesterday at my work I found a Lunar Moth
just like this one
but more brilliant color in the daylight
and it's poor wing was just slightly broken
could barely fly and it was upset to be out in the daylight
I felt horrible that I could not help it
so very beautiful though
I had never seen one in the daylight before
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[19 Mar 2007|06:59pm] |
I have just re-read a whole ton of Preacher comics
almost forgot how good it is
and some flowery words
brought to you by the letter B
(it stands for)
Baudelaire
portrait
Disease and Death make ashes out of all
The fires that flamed for us, out of the round
Wide eyes, so fervent and so kind withal,
Out of the mouth wherein my heart was drowned,
Out of our kisses, strong as pepperwort,
Out of throes bright as patterns sunbeams etch.
What is left now? What dreadful last resort,
O Soul? Only a faint three-colored sketch
Which is, like me, a lonely dying thing,
And which that oldster Time with scornful heart
Bruises each day beneath his jagged wing.
Slayer of Life and murderer of Art,
Mine, still, one treasure you shall not destroy:
She who was all my glory and my joy!
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| Rita |
[10 Feb 2007|09:47am] |
Withing this past week I got the flu and was laid out in bed for three days straight
and during that time one of the most amazing people I know slipped away into her sleep
Rita, I will always miss you and forever in your debt for the faith you put into me and how you helped my with everything through my entire life of knowing you
You always treated my like an adult
never talked down to me
changed how you spoke to me
or even held your tongue,
you encouraged my to read everything I could
to think for myself any no one else
and handed me a thesaurus when I asked what a word meant
even though we were not family it always felt as such and you treated us as such too
more so when Young Bill was alive, long before this slip into disarray
You were a brilliant thinker, a kind heart, a clear head, a strong voice, and an amazing teacher
I do have a confession though,
for the past three years every time I helped you I hid the money that you gave me back into your possession
I felt bad about doing that
for it wa against your wishes and in secret
yes Rita "every worker deserves his pay" but I never once needed that money nor wanted it and a worker has to be hired and employed while I always saw myself more as a helping hand
I only wanted to help you and our conversations that would ensue after wards were more than payment enough
I will miss you forever and I wished I could have said goodbye
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[29 Sep 2006|12:12am] |
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awake |
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dead can dance (in the other room) |
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double exposed (w/ sarah)
medium format pictures
all w/ Kodak Dualflex circa. 1942 |
check it out
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