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My friend drinking alcohol-free grape wine on my bday!
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Cestmir Kafka Radiance 1973 monoprint
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normalize not forcing people to choose you. If someone thinks they can get better elsewhere – let them try. Respectfully.
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“The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.”
— Juliette Lewis
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Sabine Weiss
Arles,1984
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I sit beneath the stars, carrying the fire which burns. A tear jerks from the pain yet the burn of the burden is integrated. I allow the fire to consume me, the embers to resume the focus of our time. The fluctuation of the rhythm inside of me, nowhere to go but up. I am consumed by the passion. The creativity. The notion of movement and the dance of the flames. Let it be me that the fire embellishes in the new moments yet to come.
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Rudolf Koppitz (1884-1936) ~ Movement Study. Posed female study, 1925. Photoinstitut Bonartes & getty images
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A piece of writing, written years ago in a notebook of mine.
Star-crossed lovers shoot the arrows of time in correspondence to the parallels of such universes. Joining the gatekeepers of the keys, the stellar gate keys' ability to find a joining array puzzled around such distant galaxies. The narrowed way, the way that is stated in the Earthly doctrines. The middle way, the shorter path paved deeply within the micro path. As creators of such a manifesto, all that appears to man again occasionally in the years of peace on Earth. The golden sun reigns in the sky. Such rays shimmer the illuminating skin within and without. Such a time of pursuit by the lovers of the stars, sky, and Earth. The golden years of the timelines on Earth allowed them to jump between the heavens and the Earth - the star portals open, to galavant such distant operations. The forces ignite a violet ray in which the transcendence of such ubiquitous nature was allowed to gather such data. The data of the signing planets, the outputs of vibrations that coalesce deeply penetrating at its core. As the planets from space grew expediently from spore to spore to heal the surroundings, the remaining sustenance of the inhabitants was that of fungi. 
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Tim Hildebrandt, 1980
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John Jude Palencar
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photos: David Castenson
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