Symbolic Stuff Nobody Gives a Crap About

I have a feeling the contents of these college-era journals would literally make brains explode. :D I've got shit to do though, real life calls...

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You guys seem really close. That's awesome.

No more close than the average father daughter. We are brought together by sports, sitcoms, classic country and broken cars. He likes Dr. Oz, American Idol, Judge Judy and almost expired meat. That's where we part ways. :D Daytime television, cheap steaks and music shows. He'll manically text me to watch the "I heart radio" concerts every year and I'm like "Dad. Taylor Swift is crap." but he disagrees.
 
What a prize twerp you are.

Pewter is mostly tin, tin is Jupiter. So you take this nugget of gold extracted from the shit and use it with your meditation to live music. It's rock and roll alchemy. But the insults have to be real or else it won't work. The fake posts, the blue rose nonsense, it's fool's gold. But real shit slinging, creates real shit which procures real gold that helps real meditation. That's why free speech in SOLOmon's temple is critical. I literally thrive on being insulted because I take the insult and use it to meditate to talk to God and tell him to fix shit on earth.
 
Sigh. I found one that'll be exhausting. It's an unfinished remembrance piece for a Poly class I dropped bc I couldn't finish it. I'm wondering if Moz did with Neil Cassady Drops dead. :tears: I wrote it 1996/1997 I think, after the third divorce.
 
Are you f***ing kidding me? No way, that dude was too short. And why the f*** didn't you reach out you dumbass? omglol. I'm all scary spicin' you for funzies. :rofl:

Okay if true...super duper good news for the future, of which there are many concerts to be attended avec les étoiles.
 
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Crystal Geezer, they need your help with symbols at Oak Island (the "Money Pit"). There be pirate booty up there or Knights Templar treasures. Symbols abound!
 
Crystal Geezer, they need your help with symbols at Oak Island (the "Money Pit"). There be pirate booty up there or Knights Templar treasures. Symbols abound!

I just ate some Pirate's Booty. :D Hey I got your postcard, hilarious! Will answer tomorrow.
 
Okay, listen to this first. This song served as the outline for my memory trail depressing paper. Life literally nosedived while writing and after this, it was the worst years of my life caught in a stupid class project. I took artistic liberty with the truth on the part about the boy in the car. I only report facts now. Anyway.

 
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I didn't understand why I wasn't getting noticed. This paper sort of shows me giving up even though I worked so hard, I wasn't talking to the right people or something, I just got so frustrated. In 1993 my art was going to change the world. Chairs. I drew chairs and chairs and chairs, thrones for Gods to sit in so they'd be comfortable while we spoke. But the Gods ignored me. It's hard to explain.
 
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Regina sings this paper better for me since I just hadn't earned it yet, baby. :o

 
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I gotta go get some graphite powder for the front gate and back gate that are sticking. You guys and sneaking in and making me post my secrets, time to fortify the castle.
 
Love doesn't slither in and make you wonder, "Could it be?" No. Real love punches you in the face and runs away laughing.

 
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The bubble dress wahhhhhhh gripe is my life times 10000000. My art is mercilessly copied, but I learned to harness that. A funny example, I did this billboard design for a non-profit in college. As I was looking through my papers I sort of stopped and reflected on it. Meanwhile my friend who is also a designer posted this billboard she just did. Not identical, but it has elements, God reminding me I'm not alone. It does get frustrating though, but I'm over it.

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Aaron Brothers puts my stuff up ALL. THE. TIME. I went through this phase of painting people's dogs, their knock-offs were hilariously identical. But it taught me something. Like here's my chairs on sale I was just talking about:

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So I started making cutouts of cows and trapped chickens and setting the chickens free, then the art I got back was all birdcage shit. And SLOW slow owls. So I applied Hours/Set trump meditation to the art and FINALLY the cows are trumping the clocks on display. "So?" you say...clocks are KROC, like Roy Kroc, founder of McDonalds. THe cows will get their day, Aaron Bros say so. You guys are the ones that want me to listen to the fraternity, well here it is. Aaron Bros says the cows are on top.

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Iz gots me an edumacation...it's gonna werk.
 
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I have a ton of stuff to report but here's the Model A with the rumble seat. This car has been a constant in my life, parked in every garage of all the homes I lived growing up. I scratched it with the handlebar of my beach cruiser once. :o My dad bought it for $100 when he was a senior in High School. He's been fixing it up ever since.

A rumble seat is a seat on the outside of the car that folds up to make the car a coup when there's only one passenger. It's very bouncy in the rumble seat because it literally sits on top of the axle so you feel every bump.

Model A in Bird is Demolay.

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Still recovering from Morrissey Concert Toe. Soooooo f***ing painful. I'm paying a Vietnamese lady $11 what I should be paying a Podiatrist $1000 to help my nail along, but I trust her. And I'll explain why after I fold my laundry (because I know someone is waiting to use the dryer.)

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