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I post stuff. But usually not. 

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Family member texts the wrong number about an incoming baby… wrong number shows up anyway (with gifts). (via phersephoneia)

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Pushing Little Rock

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Some paintings should never get past the first step.

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I finally hung all of my points and lines paintings. Boom.

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One in the same.

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Little Rock, River Market to the Junction Bridge.

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And here's another.

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Seeing as this started as an art blog. . . How many canvases?

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reallifeoninstagram asked me to be a part of their blog.

The only consistent thing about my life over the last three years has been the diaries I carry 24/7. They hold my ups and downs, loves, adventures, Scrabble scores, poems, doodles, and words to look up. Their back pockets double as my wallet. These books are me, I’m amazed I’ve kept them for so long.

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November 14th: A regalement. By: Logan T. Garrett

Hospital, yes. I hit my knee on my car with enough force to make me mutter profanities; I think that, in combination with eating little substantial breakfast, made me faint at Community Bakery while in line to buy lunch. I fell flat on my back, and my head made a decided thunk. I was out for something like 10 to 60 seconds. So, with a kind man’s jacket under my head and a damp rag smelling of mold on my forehead, the EMT’s looked me over, then put me in their ambulance where they discovered my heart beat was very much irregular, and took me to the hospital for three-ish hours. The doctors think I was dehydrated, which is confusing because I drink boat loads of the water. Now I’ll have one hell of a medical bill for being light headed and my knee is still bleeding.

The end.

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I finally got to see Mushroomhead live. Go Little Rock music scene! Yay you.