My Fingers Are Sore...today was a good day. i actually slept in. which never happens. i woke up, didnt even shower, just made some stencils. they turned out pretty cool.
my girl tab came over, and i think i sprayed for 3 hours, and we realized we must have been high, becuase we were making up a crazy story about a tough looking black guy, with long dreads and tattoos, driving a beetle car, singing "What is Love" by Haddaway. even the girl parts. maybe we were not high, i am laughing right now. its still funny to me.
my best friend moved a stone throw away from me. so tab, my husband and i went over there to watch a horrible but great movie called "dead pete". it was awesome. but then my friend put in a movie called "jesus christ vampire hunter" which was far too much for me.
p.s. this is my first journal on here. yay.
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and we hope.
against all logic.
against all experience.
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"Artwork that is only about wanting to be famous will never make you famous. Any fame is a by-product of making something that means something. You don’t go to a restaurant and order a meal because you want to have a shit.”
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and we hope.
against all logic.
against all experience.
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Flames to dust..
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"Artwork that is only about wanting to be famous will never make you famous. Any fame is a by-product of making something that means something. You don’t go to a restaurant and order a meal because you want to have a shit.”
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"Artwork that is only about wanting to be famous will never make you famous. Any fame is a by-product of making something that means something. You don’t go to a restaurant and order a meal because you want to have a shit.”
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