hold•life•still
To the best roommates out there… I will not admit how much time I just spent looking to see if they have last names. It turns out they do not. Their address is 123 Sesame St. They live in a basement apartment since I was a kid I pictured it being on the top floor. Just past Gordan’s place, in the back above the play area, across from Hooper’s store. My life is a lie. I need time to deal with this new knowledge.
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These guys will pose all day.
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Bacon.
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I liker spiders.
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I made these.
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A tree. Some bark.
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It seemed to be enjoying the flower.
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It has eyelashes.
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Taking photos.
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Two years back I posted a photo of Josie’s eye, seven years back I posted one of Parker, our previous dog. So it seemed like a good day to do this shot. Unless you are Argus, who wanted nothing to do with it. The other two I was able to get a beautiful reflection, Argus, this is what I got, it is on his terms, so the light did not work the way I wanted. I will try some other time again. In the other two, you can see me, in this one all I see is the devil, a cute devil, but still…
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Not to get too deep on a Friday, but I have a theory that Pinky and the Brain are nothing more than a representation of two parts of the same mind. Combined they would accomplish so much, but Brain never appreciated what Pinky brought to the table so that they would fail each time. A perfect simile for two significant aspects of my own life. If only I could get them to work as a team instead of sabotaging each other. When in doubt, Team Pinky… Narf.
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The pollen washed away and made some art.
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