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This was a T-shirt design submission to the 'Last' Phish show in Coventry, VT.
Exactly this.
There's a pleasure to be had in a sunflower pasture.
How in the world did we ever make it out of the caves?
There are many waves like it, but this one is mine.
Inside space. That space inside you. It’s at the depths of your molecules. Where taking away half of any measurement, will always leave half behind.
Tripskie with the Rosenbud's in Montauk, NY.
Instead, fall in love with Fall.
A trilogy of shape and color.
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A wicked city has many unknowns, even some the mayor doesn’t know. Dangers and delights that surprise and fright. A delicate balance between good and evil; a deceptive rationale. A place where good may in fact be bad. She is woman, the city.
Phish T-shirt festival design entry.
Running across nodes, searching the highs and lows for new and uncategorized information. Armed with speed and wit. The ferocity of a Lion King. Not of this Earth. A figment of my imagination. To serve and protect me from my elimination.
The Beast system.
Or, sit down and join me.
Looking out this small window is the last sky you'll ever see. You can still feel the spoil of Italian silk as it rubs against your open back suit. That is, until the scratchy dirt flows.
You just need to know where to look, and have the balls (tits) to look.
Teachers taught us that both sides of any equation must always balance. The question is - what do they want SO bad that is equal to our dead families?
Pent up frustration that manifests itself as revolutionary behavior. That over-the-top-just-don't-care-about-anything-just-want-to-break-something-wish-you-could-fly-to-Washington DC-and-fire-everybody feeling.