Bowl Of Oranges.

"But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall. Then I think we would see the beauty. Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil." -Brights Eyes

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PuppyCat helping me edit a photo. Not a bad Saturday #caturday

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A fine tune by one Jimmy Jane. Go ahead. Light one up, you deserve it.

Big yellow joint,

The big yellow joint,

I'll meet you down at the big yellow joint.

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Margaritas & dominos with da fam.

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"Most likely to find cool stuff" ha alright. I'll take it :)

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I’m a man on fire Walking down your street With one guitar And two dancing feet Only one desire That’s left in me I want the whole damn world To come and dance with me

"Man On Fire" - Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

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Guestroom Records, Okc

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Paseo, Okc

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Regina Spektor

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Regina Spektor

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My kitty!

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we accept the love we think we deserve

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The carbonation in my drink The bubbles rise while my heart sinks And all I tend to do is think of you Was it easier to pack your bags And book that flight to Paris as The plane began to move that afternoon When all the trains have pulled away From local stations in decay It's I who waits, it's you who's late again And did you think of me when you made love To him, was it the same as us Or was it different, it must have been And all the pretty dames They'll hug and kiss you all the same And when they go, they're gone They're not running late Oh all, all the pretty dames And the kids that you hold in your arms With promises to protect them from harm But they grow, and they go And you're all alone All the kids, all the kids that you hold And it's a shame that it ends this way With nothing left to say So just sit on your hands, while I walk away It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame When my hands begin to shake When bitterness is all I taste And my car won't stop Cause I cut the brakes I hold on to a hope in my fate Oh oh ah ah hey hey May you return to love one day Well I hope and I pray You get what you gave Oh oh ah ah hey hey

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Jack and Sally Salt-n-Pepper shakers I painted over fall break.  Inspired by Tim Burton’s Nightmare Before Christmas