Mike Driver
cherry valley forever
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Today's Document
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Origami Around
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RMH
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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shark vs the universe

⣠Chile in a Photography âŁ
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@marcusacabrera
Song: Lcd soundsystem -
all my friends
I found myself running through a hotel either looking for someone or completely lost inside a large vegas kind of place. There was a man that looked familiar crossing paths until he seemingly disappeared into the labyrinth. I met a boy Named George or Hector and his mother, She got my attention by calling out my name to say hello after I found a restroom to use the toilet. She was a large woman and blocks me into have a word. Her dog split in half bisected laterally and was able to walk with top tail covering half and a bottom pit bull mini before it came together as one to meet me and is a beautiful friendly dog. The boy just started working with us as an entry level dishwasher/garcon and it was exciting to have him working on board with our team at the Shop (But we made pizza and shit?? and Manuellito worked as the dishwasher ). I had to go.
Later:
I find myself in Firebaugh on Q street locking up the old empty house of my childhood. Feeding the fish and making sure doors are closed. The back door seemingly forgotten was open and I closed/locked the door. When I check in the master bath there's another door inbedded in the side that seemingly goes to nowhere. I check it. While Marissa is outside waiting for me and us to leave. I feed the Dr. Seuss goldfish and converse with the fish before I get a phonecall. The guy from queer eye is calling me and I am jumbling things to get around finally to ask "What did you do for 420 yesterday?" The connection is bad so I decide to call him back later because I'm going to therapy to talk with Dr. White. As I am backing out I dig into my bag after dusting off the windshield circle visors and pull out the webcam for backing out? Radio scanner? The car seems to be janky and I back it into the adjacent parking pad to set up the camera. as I'm in park the car neutrally goes down the hill back to the parking spot almost on it's own. Then The neighbor and her friend keep polarizing when I seem to move around the dirt road of my childhood home. After losing control of what seemed to be much longer than necessary to spinning around in neutral I finally get hold of the car as a young woman walks down the street towards Bridgette's Car cover. She doesn't pay any attention to my car troubles. Marissa seems annoyed then concerned as if I am driving drunk. A large truck is parked to the opposite side of my grandmothers place and I drive off towards AE Mills but it all turns into a vast freeway. I tell my sister I am not going to take the main road but I will take the road that I have definitely taken before through the back of the school which goes through woodsy areas next too the san Joaquin river and eventually comes out at my tia flacas house. There are couples walking the streets and on ramp and I hit a slight turn too hard and the car swerves a bit. "Jesus christ Marxus" marissa exclaims and as I head down the freeway and catch speed enough to straighten out then I wake up almost in a panic.
Side note: (As I set up the camera in the car I almost think about letting everything go becauee nothing matters and I should ask Marissa to get out if the car and let me run the car crashing into the old Firebaugh house at full speed killing me. But it almost seems like a momentary relapse of thoughts and depression).
Pizza night at home. Why go out when I can make it better at home!
How about that for Computer based art, eh?!
Tripppppyyyyy
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Men always have one thing on their mind and it's disgusting. But I'm not mad about it.đ
Drain me of everything
Happy Äostre to all you Bad Bunny's out there.
Now that we have reached a balance once again of darkness and light in the spring equinox and nature is awakened from the slumber of winter, the cycle of renewal begins.
With Roman rule long and dead there's still roots in tradition like hiding colored eggs and having orgies.
To iterate:
Jesusâs rebirth took the place (symbolically) of natureâs rebirth during the spring season. The celebration of fertility and fecundity was replaced with the subtle, innocuous symbol of the âegg,â and the hare became the Easter Bunny becauseâŠwell, rabbits reproduce quickly and in large numbers. (Ever heard the term âthey f*ck like rabbitsâ?).
So remember; when youâre decorating eggs at the kitchen table with your children or crowding around the Easter Bunnyâs lap at the mall, youâre actually paying homage to the ancient pagan rituals of the past.
Happy Easter/Passover yall!
"He has risen!"
#Pagan #Rituals #Made #ANew #Eoster #Passover #Bunnies #Jackalope #HeHasRisen #ThatsWhatSheSaid
Progress.
This is what it's all about.
Irrelevent to the fact
Party on!
Layering is key for this one.
My rendition of Luis Ricardo Falero's Witches going to their Sabbath.
I am taking my time with this painting in particular because I am so fond of Falero's style of work that I want to do justice to the original but with my personal twist. As someone once said "Every forgery has a uniqueness to it, the forger can't help but tweak what they can in the moment".
Amalgamation of techniques
Ikura nigiri + Beer-u