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    There is a wonderful sense of nostalgia logging in to this website after so many years and reminiscing over forgotten art and emotions. The sensation is somewhat akin to re-discovering a childhood toy box . Initially a flood of memories and sentiment wash over me, but shortly after a sense of disproportion sets in. These are not really the same hands that held those beloved trinkets. So I will wrap those old treasures in bits of newspaper to protect them and store them away. I will keep them safe and visit them from time to time, but it's time to re-purpose this toy box into a treasure chest.

In summation....NEW ART!
MAKE IT!
POST IT!
REPEAT!

ps, I love you.

~ Me

you ever hear is someone say that if they had their choice they'd never say i love you again.

cut so deeply your marrow exposed. why would you tell me not to fly? to give up? such unexpected hatred, i've never seen this side so vindictive.

you are the sprirt of freedom and love so pure.

this lil boy WILL fly.

are you the sun? will you scourn me?  just because my  attempts may fail

or  the wind? there beside so lovely me when i escape gravity ?

i don't think i will survive another fall.