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me_as_art
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typhoid
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this is what we strive to be.
behind closed eyes
behind closed doors
inside the mind's eye
touching the world with cool indifference, spatial metaphors and ... more. a tad more lavender here.
not to watch or see or imitate, but create invent strive, push. let others pick up the jinglestones. an enigma.
enjoy perfection while it lasts.
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jennifer
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"then I want to work in a sewer...
discover shit that no one's ever discovered, and pile in on my head, and sell myself to an art museum..."
((50 bonus points to anyone who can finish that off for me))
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tourist
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I work at a museum, believe me the price you get paid will probablly disappoint you. Does the word non-profit ring a bell?
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randomly recent
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nice, typhoid.
how can you discover shit that no-one's ever discovered; someone must have shit it in the first place.
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040107
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Alfred
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I think I am going puke.
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040107
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p2
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'smatter al?
look in the mirror again?
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040107
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Spare Change
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That lustrous marble statue that you walk past every day. That vibrant life filled painting that you keep out of the way. The rusted metal archway that you welded long ago. The pencil sketches hidden between the cushions of the sofa. The ice scuplture that's melting forgotten in the sun. A thousand tiny stiches that all have been undone. My pencil marks are fading, my colors all have run. Stone turns into sand if forgotten long enough. The art that you made, beautiful and rare, proud and fanciful, strong and fair, the art that you made is fading and soon I will be but a lonely blank canvas that no one stops to see.
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pipedream
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spare change...what a lovely treat, your words are like finding chocolate under your pillow when you wake up.
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egger
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spare_change is indeed a rare delight.
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x
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please, somebody ban this obscenity
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040109
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time_warp
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well, it's interesting, but is it art?
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040109
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pipedream
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HAHAHAHHAA p2 hHaHA/AhaHah'
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040109
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sabbie
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'cos i'm all pretty today
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Alfred
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Yes. I am definately going to puke. OOAARHHGGGG...BRAAAACCHHH!!!
There ya go p2.
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pipedream
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*neatly slides bucket in between alfred and floor*
score one for the master puke catcher!
(most things in life can be likened to puking, only on different scales)
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u24
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jenifer: "you're british, so scale it down a bit"
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anne-girl
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the_body_is_a_playground
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050719
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mt
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someone make these pigeons stop pooping on my head.
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050719
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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It's all in your head. Go doodle on the sky.
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sab
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and maybe i'll get Wild Things tattoed, dancing around a fire on my arm
and maybe i'll get the word ART
scrawled down it
like that night
we fought off the rising threat
and walked victorious
into that dark night
gobsmacked with stars
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070404
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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