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alright. i said i was gonna check in so i guess i will. hello void! that's me! very much alive in the year 2020. 2020 me would absolutely fucking destroy 2017 me in any battle of wills . 2020 edition is a student of personhood! this year lapsed into a handful of familiar nightmares and i am fine. i am profoundly in love and i think that's the way i was supposed to be all along. it feels important. im diligent about making art because it's what i do and i accept (embrace!) the act of creation as a function. functionality is a low bar, but, given my piss-poor record of achieving it, doing so feels a little miraculous. by the way! clean, sober, ect. one year off h today! i have plans now! i didn't have plans then. 'not there' doesn't feel so much like the best thing i can be. feels good

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think in a moment ill check in (briefly!). im still quite present here! just quiet. new decade, how bout that

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it's not the 631 number anymore-8455320217

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Be assured that you are loved

wanna know something?? i think i know. thank you for saying so

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who are you?? message me again

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mayhaps i should return to the internet

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around midnight the door rings four times in a row, i answer it and it’s some rando, hes in the fucking stratosphere, he falls backwards down the stairs and demands ‘stephen’ bc’ hes upstairs w his girl.’ 10000 times i tell him, we dont have a stephen and finally he whimpers 'oh god im so lonely i miss her so much.’ i get him some water, try to get him a cab but he disappears. next day i tell sean and hes like. yeah, that kid. hes 19, got this weird disease that makes you die really soon

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it's been a couple days and i keep stumbling upon this kid, usually passed out but today i caught him conscious on my way out . In the light he he looks like a 6'3 fourth grade slav . He grinned and informed me that he's got a lot of food-just got home, looked in the freezer and indeed. there are three like 500 pc bags of totinos pizza rolls, not labelled for sale, and several logs of frozen venison sausage

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around midnight the door rings four times in a row, i answer it and it's some rando, hes in the fucking stratosphere, he falls backwards down the stairs and demands 'stephen' bc' hes upstairs w his girl.' 10000 times i tell him, we dont have a stephen and finally he whimpers 'oh god im so lonely i miss her so much.' i get him some water, try to get him a cab but he disappears. next day i tell sean and hes like. yeah, that kid. hes 19, got this weird disease that makes you die really soon

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hello yewchewbe it's ya boy checking in, comin at ya live from a picnic table outside quickcheck, sitting in pitch darkness dipping my garbage tier gas station apple (red delicious) in salt .. promo code in the description

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when that guy screams 'sophiiie you fuckin little bitch!!!!' at the 1:26 mark and she smiles w such peace serenity and ownership of being That fuckin little bitch... True Radiance...... Inner Light Manifesting

[trulyvincent]

Vladimir Kataevborn

[bizarrism-deactivated20210929]

Small chapel in Cassel, France, 2018.

[kissmeharderbae]

[artsnquotes]

Auguste Rodin, The Danaid, 1889, Marble, Rodin Museum, Paris

“Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist-a master-and that is what Auguste Rodin was-can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is…and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be…and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart…no matter what the merciless hours have done to her. Look at her, Ben. Growing old doesn’t matter to you and me; we were never meant to be admired-but it does to them.” 

― Robert A. Heinlein

[galina-ulanova]

Dusting the lightning equipment at the Mariinsky’s historic stage (Mariinsky Ballet, 2015)

[p-lumskin]

Porcelain Pomegranate Vase

[whenyouwereapostcard]

Augustin Rouart Lagrimas y penas 1943