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https://www.twitch.tv/kaonicks live now, just chilling with chat and some kaoffee and later, spooky games :)

hop in!

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Whose idea was it to use cherry tomatoes in salads

Like yeah they're tasty but

How the hell am I supposed to get this greased-up sphere onto my fork

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We’re all trying right now

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I can see the weekend…

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desert sun

Joshua Tree National Park, California

instagram

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Here’s my starting point on fitness. Just trying to get healthier and complete 65K in 2019 to honor my aunt. I have a lot of work to do, but hey, everyone starts somewhere!

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Cultural Appropriation (Rough Draft 1)

This was a writing exercise inspired by a night of watching QVC. I’ll probably improve this later, I kinda was working from a negative, film noir detective kinda voiceover mixed with a Tales from the Crypt vibe, but I’m not sure if it worked out

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It was a lesson she should have learned. Had she lived, maybe she would have actually learned it. Not sure when she started to take an interest in this type of thing. Maybe her parents were hippies or she was trying to live in "the good old days" of "peace and love" that everyone told her took place in the clearly fictional past. Maybe she thought she was being different than the billions of other white American women trying so desperately to use someone else's culture because she had to personal connection to her own. Had she taken up Irish dancing, maybe none of this would have happened. Hell, if she had just done a little more research maybe she could have skipped the curse altogether.

It all started one day scrolling through Etsy, Wikipedia articles about Egyptian mythology, and d.i.y. jewelry making sites. Would she shine her sparkling personality with a chunky necklace, an ankle bracelet, or large cuff bracelet? Silver gave her connection to the moon, just as werewolves and what other nocturnal creatures came to her mind. Blue beads will be the sky, will be the night and the day and be the breeze flowing through her soul. But what symbols to use, what mythology to borrow that would really show her inner light, her inner glow that the world needed to recognize?

 She chose to make a large cuff bracelet, using the beads to make random patterns of hieroglyphs to draw on her strong feminine power. She loved it the minute she made it. It just gleamed with an energy she could swear was coming from her, of course, she was wrong. When first placing it on her wrist, she felt a shiver up her spine, both cold and warm, unnerving. Despite this, she never wanted to take it off. The energy spoke to her and the bracelet beautifully matched all of her outfits.  

 It started simply enough. A slight rash here and there, nothing that some Cortisone and some crystal couldn't fix. But it didn't fix it. Soon she had a pustules covering her entire arm, yet she figured it'd get better with a little at home therapy. But that didn't fix it either. Soon her hair was falling out, little by little every time she showered. Soon it was coming out in clumps. The bracelet had become affixed to her skin, leaving the hand and surrounding bit of wrist swollen, purple, and ready to burst. Finally, she went to get some help.

 She showed up to the hospital E.R. in the most pitiful shape. Barely breathing, barely walking she approached the front desk. The person at the desk just looked at her in disgust and asked the usual questions: "Do you have insurance" "Are you experiencing flu-like symptoms." The answer was "no" to all the above, the person at the desk nodded, handed a mask over, nudging it along slowly over the desk, careful to not come close to touching what looked like a leper staring at him over the desk. Even then, he feigned a smile and said" What a beautiful bracelet"

 Sitting in the waiting room for hours upon hours, slowly fading and drying and sliding into her seat. Time slowly passing at a glacier's pace. Finally a doctor walk's up and beckons the patient into the back, all the while covering their nose and mouth, trying not to ingest the smell of decaying flesh this dry woman walked by. It did little to help, and deep down the doctor had wished for a bit of VapoRub to cover the stench, as they had done so many times during cadaver studies in school.

 Finally, the patient was seated in an exam room, kept far away from the other patients. Rumors were passed around the hospital about the possible contagious woman that was walked towards the back of the hospital. The doctor tried to listen to the patient's labored breathing, hearing intense rattling. Scraping. Crawling. All at once the patient began coughing uncontrollably, scarab beetles clawing their way through her lungs and up, up, up, scattering and spilling out of her mouth and skittering to all corners of the room. The doctor, shocked and terrified, jumped towards the door and ran screaming down the hallway as the patient to her final breath, alone, covered with beetles and sores, almost mummified in place.

 After the fumigation, and the CDC report, it was found that the patient wasn't contagious after all. What had happened to the patient had remained a mystery until an off-hand comment by an intern at the county morgue. "What a beautiful bracelet, but why on earth would anyone put a mummy's curse on a piece of jewelry?"

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Boy, I’ve been lazy on the self improvement as of late. Trying to get into a West Coast schedule again and working on some more actual art practice.

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So...um...learning some Photoshop skills

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Inktober 2018

Prompt word: Guarded

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Inktober 2018

Prompt word: Flowing

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Inktober 2018

Prompt word: Precious

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by  Heather Theurer

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Casimir Lee  -   http://casimir0304.cgsociety.org  -  https://www.facebook.com/CaSiMiR0304  -  http://casimir0304.deviantart.com