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ArtsyFartsy: October 2007
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Saay-lors fighting in the dancehall. Monday, October 29, 2007. Posted by artfart at 10:05 AM. Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell, and when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.- William Saroyan. View my complete profile. Where To Go From Here. Useless is an Utterly Useless Word.
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ArtsyFartsy: October 2005
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Saay-lors fighting in the dancehall. Thursday, October 20, 2005. Posted by artfart at 3:30 PM. Tuesday, October 18, 2005. Me and my big mouth. I love McSweeneys. Really, I do. That's why I'm so confused as to why I sent them hate mail. My favorite section is their "McSweeneys Recommends". I check daily for updates. Yesterday I found some. I was dissappointed to say the least. During the last few months of reading their Recommendations I've noticed the list. The sound a large book makes when snapped shut.
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ArtsyFartsy: December 2007
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Saay-lors fighting in the dancehall. Wednesday, December 05, 2007. Useless is an Utterly Useless Word. He would be hard pressed to find a decent bottle of wine in any of these bodegas, and their apartment was only another few blocks to- a man pushing a brick wall- go so he had to get something quick or he would show up yet again without-. Daniel stopped and cocked his head. His senses, which until now had been working at a slower pace than his legs, reeled his mind back to the aforementioned scene. Do yo...
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ArtsyFartsy: November 2005
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Saay-lors fighting in the dancehall. Friday, November 11, 2005. Posted by artfart at 12:24 PM. Wednesday, November 02, 2005. Construction Site- Work in Progress. Please Excuse the Mess. Thank you for coming. He accepts it with a gracious smile and grabs his own pen and paper. Thank you for inviting me. I pick up another piece, on this intend to express great praise of his work and accomplishments. You write so well. With a new page he writes a thank you and returns,. You make really good grilled cheese.
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ArtsyFartsy: January 2007
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Saay-lors fighting in the dancehall. Friday, January 05, 2007. The Fourth of July. The day was the day of the fourth of July. I raised up an eagle and taught it to fly. Took hold of its wings and took off to the sky. We soared to great heights and dove dizzying dives. And dashed through the fireworks of the fourth of July. I stood on its wings with my arms way up high. And as the clouds brushed my fingers and the wind kissed my eyes. I let myself fall with a heave and a sigh. Posted by artfart at 8:30 AM.
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ArtsyFartsy: January 2006
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Saay-lors fighting in the dancehall. Friday, January 20, 2006. Posted by artfart at 2:59 PM. Monday, January 16, 2006. A Ribbon From His Throat. The girl laughs to herself. "Who says that? Ecks-qwis-eetah" She sounds out, extending each S to a soft whistle. E-X-Q-U-I-S-I-T-E What a word! Outside she makes a humble effort to hold back the coy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Holding his exposed palms at the level of his eyes, as if surrendering, he confessed that this was the third time he had s...
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ArtsyFartsy: November 2006
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Saay-lors fighting in the dancehall. Thursday, November 30, 2006. The Swing of the Pendulum. Because of this the dishes were usually done in haste without any real attention being paid to cleanliness. So to ensure quality workmanship, our parents implemented a rule: If there was found one dirty dish within the load of "clean" dishes you would have dish duty again that day and everyday thereafter until the entire load came out clean. Still, the man in my head weighing the logistics and calculating my odds...
