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The time is here!. I’ve talked about it, I’ve thought about it, I’ve even planned for it and it hasn’t happened. But I woke up today and decided, today would be the day. It had to be the day, there could be no other day. Today I was going to send Dark Dark Cities [...]
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Written Form :: Dean & Carter a brief moment in time with our protagonists “Why did you leave Italy?” It was the middle of the night and Carter at him with wide, open eyes. Eyes that were hazel in the florescents of the LaundroKing as Carter leaned over the counter and looked up at Dean. [...]
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The intrinsic need for something tactile If I were middle aged and married with children, maybe I’d take up scrapbooking. Full on. With scrapping parties and a Circut machine and pages upon pages of my children’s soccer games. That’s not to say I can’t take up scrapbooking now, but it would be all photographs of [...]
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on a life of too much soccer and not enough art Inspiration is a funny thing. I’ve spent the last month lost in the haze of the World Cup. Before this, I haven’t seen a soccer game since I stayed home from work one day and found an English soccer match on television and watched [...]
