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for the time being.

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Lay in bed with me.

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Dust in the wind.

Do you ever wish you could press a release button in your brain where a memory would just vanish?

Boom. And it's gone forever.

Lessons?

Fuck lessons, I have no desire to grow from such painful experiences.

Yes. Please. Delete. Move Forward.

Like a computer yet in your mind.

Sometimes I think this is the cause for my ever so absentee memory.

Cool.

I'll remember what is important. Every thing else, can disintegrate.

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Fun With Mannequins

Circa 2005

Paparazzi'n

Look what I spied. I can't make this shit up. I can only hope to reach for my camera in time. Stay tuned...

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Some of my most recent photographs/prints made for my Photography class.
I really enjoyed this assignment and was pretty happy with the outcome of these prints.














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Tonight I said fuck it.
Raised two fingers in the air and showed the crowd.
You? yeah you.

Grand story I must say,
Sitting at the bar minding my own business.
When another rapper guy, *sigh*, sits down and is hands on physically aggressive.
(I don't play nice, I especially do not play nice to a hands on approach)
I ask him politely to not continue to touch me...ever. While he continues
to ask me if we can do dinner and if we are on verge of a break up.

Touches my back again...ever so slightly, ever so gently.

At this point I'm through with hearing about how he made songs with Timberland and how he just got signed. He buy's me a drink (I requested MGD tap) and thinks it's his que to continue to attempt to caress my back.

Negative my friend.
Get your life right. You've aged prematurly and you looked geekend the fuck out of your
mind sir.

Apparently he takes the hint and begins to hit on my friend.

He leaves 15 dollars to much stashed on the bar after his tab is paid.
I take the extra $10 bill and call it even.
Thank you bartender, you've been phenomenal. Oh that $5, yes. That is all him, generous isn't he?

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"The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own. No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame. The gift is yours - it is an amazing journey - and you alone are responsible for the quality of it. This is the day your life really begins."

A quote I needed to hear today.

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Create.

Hi again.
I've had these pieces laying around the cribs for a minute. Thought I should share. This is what I like to do on my free time.



Triptych.





Process Piece I did for my studio class. 30 days and nights of gluing my hair to a matte board. Kind of creep star right? IFUCKINLOVEITYAR.



Reconstruction of an older piece I was unsatisfied with. Wish I would of had a before shot. Major improvement *two thumbs up with a side of cheesy grin*


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Check out this creep star.



I love him immensely.

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Yes. I love this.

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Messin' W/ Sasquatch

Society sometimes makes me feel like the 'squatch, even though I'm 5'6".

I am so very confused on what move to make next. I have someone whispering pleasant things in my ear yet those words are now followed with doubt. I don't want to be his fool again.

How do I know for sure that what he says is truth? Do I simply leave it alone due to the fact that I CANT decipher the truth from the false? That I will never really know?
People don't change, right?

A little help please?

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Bottled Water Crisis.

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Not so beastly.

But rock stars regardless.

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I Love This Dress. The End.

LT

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-Couple shots of a fellow member of the wolf pack; Natasha.

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