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Feb 22, 2012
3:65 p.m.
Impossible and standard blue. Wisps. Solid work. 79/100.
Feb 17, 2012
3:65 p.m.
Kool bloo 68/100
Feb 15, 2012
3:65 p.m.
More of a Neopolitan bar half melted than a story. 54/100.
Feb 15, 2012
3:65 p.m.
Yesterday again. Winter was running out on the lunch check. Spring racing to catch a bus. They faced each other briefly, faked each other out and then couldn’t move. It was cloudy. The sun came out and then it rained. 71/100
Feb 15, 2012
The next few posts are going to be Richard Estes. Studied him today in my History of Art class and I’ve never been so intrigued by a painting in my life. They are truly remarkable. How can he achieve such realism with a paintbrush? Enjoy…
Pretty good.
Feb 14, 2012
3:65 p.m.
Yesterday. Guns blazin’ blue and freezing cold.
Feb 12, 2012
3:65 p.m.
An oyster shell that you couldn’t unhinge from the muscle. So it came out in pieces of brown, gray and a last push of yellow light.
The teacher skipped the usual whispered guidance as the class laid on their backs, sweaty, wide-eyed and lost in the heat. Suddenly she belted out, “I believe that children are the future…” A tribute.
A guy said, “that was the best song ever” as he walked into the wind.
I finally delivered the Christmas tree back into the world. But she put up a good fight, snapping branches all over the floor.
The voice of an old woman came from a courtyard. “He’s 68-years old and you’re making him cry.”
Ideally, you want to hold it for a few seconds, to taste the traces of everything that will never happen again. But this one didn’t have any liquor in it. 18/100
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