Music, art, tears and laughters

JIN YOUNG YU

2012-02-06T11:02:00.000-08:00

Hidden inner worlds come to lightWe keep on living as we continuously meet many people and be apart, remember and be forgotten. In this kind of life, we disguise ourselves and live a hypocritical life to distinguish one's existence and to be recognized from the other. An instinct to find a free and true self, escaping from this yoke can never be concealed. However, the people have to make exaggerated gestures and stiff expressionless faces, and they live with contrary faces as they adapt themselves to this fast modern society. For each moments of being confused and controlled as we live with these numbers of people, we feel an impulse to identify a true face of oneself. 'What is the true face of me?'Yu Jinyoung portrays truth and illusions of a family with a house, the hideaway of these people, as a background. The artist's previous work expresses a portrait of humans trapped in a society, and she has moved the meeting of her work into a fence called as home. Through everyday lives of family in very limited space called home, the inner world of family is closely examined.The family wants to turn away their eyes from all discords and indifferences that are happening in a form of home, which should be intimate the most. They refuse an exposure to the outside by hiding themselves because they don't want to show their pretentious look as a friendly family. How the alienated family disguises themselves as friendly ones is portrayed through an uncomfortable meeting with guests who attend to family events like big holidays. The children, who came to terms with reputations and bluffs of adults from guest's visitation, automatically adapt themselves to hold down their emotions. The emotion spreads so far as to a dog.The artist used a splendid flower on wall, clothes and even shadow in order to hide sad emotions of the family. The flowers in this work may look as a beautiful decoration for welcoming guests. But an intention of the artist is that the flower is more of a concealing tool than decoration. The pattern scatters one's eye from family's gloomy face to the splendid flowers and it produces a bright atmosphere. With this, it seems as the work has changed to a splendid image from the clear and simple works in past, but the artist's intention of what to express with that face is unchanged.

thirst

2012-01-22T09:17:00.000-08:00

THIRSTImagine thirst without knowing water.And you ask me what freedom means.Imagine love without love.Some things are unthinkable,until one day the unthinkable is here.Imagine thirst without knowing water.Some things we assume just are as they are,no action is taken to make or sustain them.Imagine love without love.It is fear that eats the heart: fear andendless talk, and not risking a step.Imagine thirst without knowing water.Fold away your beautiful thoughts.Talk away curiosity, chatter away truth.Imagine love without love.Imagine believing in the whispers,the screams and the gossip. Dancing to a tunewith no song to sing inside you.Imagine love without love. © John Siddique 2011

travel map

2011-06-05T04:12:00.000-07:00

86 cities in 27 countries

Asia

Singapore: Singapore

Thailand: Bangkok

Turkey: Istanbul

Turkey: Marmaris

Europe

Austria: Vienna

Belgium: Antwerpen

Belgium: Brussels

Belgium: Gent

Bosnia and Herzegovina: Sarajevo

Bulgaria: Blagoevgrad

Bulgaria: Burgas

Bulgaria: Nesebur

Bulgaria: Sofiya

Bulgaria: Varna

Croatia: Donje Petrcane

Croatia: Dubrovnik

Croatia: Otok Mljet

Croatia: Zadar

Croatia: Zagreb

France: Lille

Germany: Augsburg

Germany: Berlin

Germany: Koln

Germany: Ludwigsburg

Germany: Schwarzwald

Germany: Stuttgart

Germany: Vaihingen an der Enz

Greece: Athens

Greece: Leptokaria

Greece: Platamon

Greece: Thessaloniki

Holy See (Vatican City): Vatican City

Hungary: Budapest

Italy: Florence

Italy: Rome

Italy: Siena

Kosovo: Pristina

Macedonia, Republic of: Berovo

Macedonia, Republic of: Bitola

Macedonia, Republic of: Delcevo

Macedonia, Republic of: Gevgelija

Macedonia, Republic of: Kocani

Macedonia, Republic of: Kumanovo

Macedonia, Republic of: Ohrid

Macedonia, Republic of: Pehcevo

Macedonia, Republic of: Prilep

Macedonia, Republic of: Radovis

Macedonia, Republic of: Skopje

Macedonia, Republic of: Stip

Macedonia, Republic of: Struga

Macedonia, Republic of: Tetovo

Macedonia, Republic of: Veles

Malta: Valletta

Montenegro: Budva

Montenegro: Herceg-Novi

Montenegro: Podgorica

Netherlands: Amersfoort

Netherlands: Amsterdam

Netherlands: Gouda

Netherlands: Haarlem

Netherlands: Hilversum

Netherlands: Leeuwarden

Netherlands: Maastricht

Netherlands: Nijmegen

Netherlands: Rotterdam

Netherlands: Tilburg

Netherlands: Utrecht

Netherlands: s-Gravenhage

Portugal: Montalegre

Portugal: Porto

Russia: Moscow

Russia: Saint Petersburg

Serbia: Beograd

Serbia: Lebane

Serbia: Leskovac

Serbia: Nis

Serbia: Novi Sad

Serbia: Subotica

Serbia: Vranje

Slovenia: Ljubljana

Sweden: Stockholm

Ukraine: Kyyiv

United Kingdom: London

North America

United States: Naples

Oceania

Australia: Melbourne

Australia: Sydney

Australia: Wollongong

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waves

2011-03-18T06:29:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K--KaW-ck7I&feature=player_embedded#at=232

Galatea Encore

2011-03-14T06:27:00.000-07:00

As though the mercury's under its tongue,it won't

talk.As though with mercury in its sphincter,

immobile,by a leaf-coated pond

a statue stands white like a blight of winter.

After such snow,there is nothing indeed:the ins

and outs of centuries,pestered heather.

That's what coming full circle means-

when you countenance start to resemble weather,

when Pygmalion's vanished.And you are free

to cloud your folds,to bare the navel.

Future at last!That is ,bleached debris of a glacier amid the five letter "never".

Hence the routine of a goddess,nee

alabaster,that lets roving pupils gorge on

the heart of color and the temperature of the knee.

That's what it looks like inside the virgin.

Joseph Brodsky

"We must be harmless as doves."

2011-03-03T04:26:00.000-08:00

"We must be harmless as doves."

New Moon

2011-02-28T04:58:00.001-08:00

doz dejs

2011-01-25T16:03:00.001-08:00

He is God

2011-01-17T15:35:00.000-08:00

Inner peace - the key of experience of being.
Cry your cryings.
Laugh your laughings.
Need nothing.
Feel your feelings.
Honor your truth.
There is a perfection in everything.
Strive to see the perfection.
Share the goodness and mercy will folow you.
See the glory of the process.

"He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven"

2011-01-10T12:26:00.000-08:00

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)
"He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven"

Truth

2011-01-10T07:49:00.000-08:00

Truth-the ultimate tool for deep communication and connection between the people.

Against the wind

2011-01-03T13:46:00.000-08:00

One in Flesh.

2011-01-03T13:00:00.000-08:00

You know and I know what is to be One in flesh.
He knows as well.
Intermingling.

God of truth

2011-01-03T05:39:00.000-08:00

Every valley must be exalted.
Every mountain and hill shall be laid low.
The crooked shall be made straight.
The rough places shall be made smooth.
Double-minded men are strangers to the God of truth.

zealous

2011-01-02T11:39:00.000-08:00

2010-12-30T13:41:00.001-08:00

Hmmmmm.......:)

2010-12-30T13:33:00.000-08:00

Oh,its delicious this thing called life!

The Heartpenter - new archetype in a nowadays mythology

2010-12-29T06:39:00.000-08:00

A Heartpenter is a skilled craftsperson who performs heartpentry. Hearpenters construct, install and maintain relationships, heart conditions.The work may involve work outdoors.
Heartpentry skill is gained through experience and study. To become one, there are no formal training requirements and the trade can be easy to enter.

Types:
A finish heartpenter, is one who does finish heartpentry; where exact joints and minimal margins of error are important.

A trim heartpenter specializes in molding,trim and other types of ornamental heart work.

A valve heartpenter is a heartpenter who does fine and detailed work, specializing in the hearts made from wood, ice, and other designed for storage.

Aorta heartpenter specializes for making emergency repairs in the case of 'battle' or 'storm' damage.

A framer is a heartpenter that builds the skeletal structure or framework of the hearts. Techniques may include platform framing.

i am not your fb fan

2010-12-26T01:16:00.000-08:00

Ghosts of Christmases

2010-12-24T13:39:00.000-08:00

Past, Present, and Yet to Come.

Christmas carol

2010-12-24T13:35:00.000-08:00

Just another lonely Christmas.
Just another lonely winter.
Just another lonely me.
Just another lonely you.
Just another lonely...
Just another...
Just..
Jus..
Ju..
J(esus)

I hurt my baby today

2010-12-24T13:26:00.000-08:00

I hurt someone today.
I hurt all my babies.

Life is not a pop song

2010-12-24T12:17:00.000-08:00

A champion

2010-12-24T09:02:00.001-08:00

"You don't need man Liz,you need a champion"-says Javier Bardem in "Eat,love ,pray" and he is the one to trust ,right girls?:)

Thy powers agree

2010-12-21T03:08:00.000-08:00

"Surely there is gratitude to be felt and joy to be expressed. Come, my heart, refuse not thy evening hallelujah!
Tune thy pipes!
Touch thy chords!"

"Strangely, my soul, art thou arrayed
By the Great Sacred Three!
In sweetest harmony of praise
Let all thy powers agree."

Abigail

2010-12-20T16:01:00.001-08:00

A beautiful woman with a beautiful mind as she had is surely one of God's masterpieces.

"The sweetest lives are those to duty wed,
Whose deeds, both great and small, and closeknit strands
Of an unbroken thread; where love ennobles all.
The World may sound no trumpets, ring no bells:
The Book of Life the shining record tells."Elizabeth Barrett Browning

History is His story

2010-12-20T15:56:00.000-08:00

Nabal

2010-12-20T15:54:00.000-08:00

The man may breathe but never lives
Whoe'er receives but nothing gives-
Creation's blot, creation's blank,
Whom none can love and none can thank.

His embrace

2010-12-20T15:37:00.000-08:00

He killed my doubts by the closeness of his embrace.

Alienated majesty

2010-12-17T11:37:00.000-08:00

"In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thought,they come to us with the certain alienated majesty."

Uniqe feeling of coming back home after the trip

2010-12-16T06:30:00.000-08:00

Built on sapphires

2010-12-15T03:09:00.000-08:00

"clear and spotless, everlasting and beautiful as the sapphire; blending in one the deep blue of earth's ever rolling ocean and the azure of its all embracing sky. "

Drop of honey or Salt without prescribing how much?

2010-12-14T16:37:00.001-08:00

Don't forget to check your face before you get out of the house!:)

2010-12-14T03:06:00.000-08:00

Arm full of Yeses!

2010-12-13T06:33:00.000-08:00

windows of diamonds

2010-12-13T03:51:00.000-08:00

plethora of grace is impossible

2010-12-13T03:45:00.000-08:00

2010-12-10T02:27:00.000-08:00

when one stop listening the process of hearing can start.
Silence.
Tabula Rasa.
Space where anything is possible.
Dying and getting born again.
Diving.
Flying.
Being.
Not being.
Enlightenment.

little bit

2010-12-08T15:23:00.000-08:00

Hands down I'm too proud for love
But with eyes shut it's you I'm thinking of
But how we move from A to B
It can't be up to me
Cause you don't know who I was before you
Basically to see a change in me
I'd be losing so I just ignore you, yeah

But you're on my mind, my mind, my mind, my mind, my mind

But maybe in time, in time, in time, I'll tell you I'm...

[Chorus]
A little bit, a little bit, a little bit in love with you
I guess that I'm a little bit, a little bit, a little bit in love with you

I know you told me break their hearts
But it's you I wanna take apart
And I will never ever be the first to say it
But still I...
They know I...ah ah ah

I would do it
Push a button
Pull a trigger
Climb a mountain
Jump off a cliff cause you know baby I love you
Love you a little bit

You would do it
You would say it
You would mean it

Then we could do it
It was you and I and not only I...

[Chorus]
Think I'm a little bit, little bit, a little bit in love with you
But only if you're a little bit, little bit, little bit in lalalalalove with me

I hope they never find out what they already know, know, know
As soon as its official we'll have to let it go, go, go
So we don't confirm the fling
Keep avoiding all the questions
You could teach me many things
I'm just scared to learn a lesson

Luxury of silence or Power of Breath

2010-12-06T09:30:00.000-08:00

...... you don't know how,...he knows...

...you can't see it,..he does....

.... you can not feel it right know...you will when the time comes,he said...

......if you can just stop listening you would be able to hear.....

....beautiful experience of silence above the emotion,above the mind...

.....within as ultimate escape,within as ultimate Reunion....

....beautiful experience of life.......

....magical energy of voice......giving.....sharing....

... intention that is between the sounds,not the sound itself...

... love that is between the words,not the words itself....

...touch that happens when it doesn't....

...light as air...

2010-11-08T07:43:00.000-08:00

The Little Prince and the Fox

It was then that the fox appeared.

"Good morning," said the fox.
"Good morning," the little prince responded
politely, although when he turned around he
saw nothing.
"I am right here," the voice said, "under the
apple tree."
"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and
added, "You are very pretty to look at."
"I am a fox," said the fox.
"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."
"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."

"I am looking for friends. What does that mean-- 'tame'?"
"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. "It means to establish ties."
"'To establish ties'?"
"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a
hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have
no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes.
But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the
world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world..."
"I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower... I think that she
has tamed me..."

The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.
"Please - tame me!" he said.
"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to
discover, and a great many things to understand."
"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to
understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop
anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you
want a friend, tame me..."

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near -

"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."
"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you
wanted me to tame you..."
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"Then it has done you no good at all!"
"It has done me good," said the fox.

And then he added:
"Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the
world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret."

The little prince went away, to look again at the roses.

"You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you,
and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox
like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is
unique in all the world."
And the roses were very much embarrassed.

"You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure,
an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you-- the rose that belongs
to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses:
because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass
globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I
have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies);
because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever
sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose."

And he went back to meet the fox.

"Goodbye," he said.
"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the
heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."
"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be
sure to remember.
"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."
"It is the time I have wasted for my rose--" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to
remember.
"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become
responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose..."
"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to
remember.

The Little Prince and the Fox
Written and illustrated by Antoine de Saint Exupéry.
Translated from the French by Katherine Woods. Harcourt, Brace & World, Inc. New York.

2010-10-25T11:39:00.000-07:00

TodaysArt FEstival 2010

2010-09-27T06:44:00.001-07:00

Buy me even if you dont need me!

2010-09-18T01:56:00.000-07:00

Men by Maya Angelou

2010-04-25T08:59:00.000-07:00

Men

When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men.
Young men sharp as mustard.
See them. Men are always
Going somewhere.
They knew I was there. Fifteen
Years old and starving for them.
Under my window, they would pauses,
Their shoulders high like the
Breasts of a young girl,
Jacket tails slapping over
Those behinds,
Men.

One day they hold you in the
Palms of their hands, gentle, as if you
Were the last raw egg in the world. Then
They tighten up. Just a little. The
First squeeze is nice. A quick hug.
Soft into your defenselessness. A little
More. The hurt begins. Wrench out a
Smile that slides around the fear. When the
Air disappears,
Your mind pops, exploding fiercely, briefly,
Like the head of a kitchen match. Shattered.
It is your juice
That runs down their legs. Staining their shoes.
When the earth rights itself again,
And taste tries to return to the tongue,
Your body has slammed shut. Forever.
No keys exist.

Then the window draws full upon
Your mind. There, just beyond
The sway of curtains, men walk.
Knowing something.
Going someplace.
But this time, I will simply
Stand and watch.

Maybe.

Understanding of Love Relationship from a Perspective of a dumped (Fe) Male

2010-04-24T00:33:00.000-07:00

Reading Instructions:

1.Terms 'love relationship' and 'relationship' stands for Romantic Love Relationship.
Strange enough (for Eastern European readers)to distinguish them,but somehow necessery to mention (for Western European readers).
2.This is an open literal form.
3.Time line depends of the imagination of the reader.
4.Female and male caracters can exchange their text/ symbols.
5.It work as a loop as well( confirmed by the writer,his friends,friends's friends,relatives and relatives's relatives).
*Note: there could be one more line in the text,before the last one, and could include a lot of tears depending on how many time cut happens, but no tears in the loop case,just a feeling of emptiness,or freedom for the lucky ones.

Relationship:
♥,☀, ♬, ►,✂............♥...........♥,☀, ♬, ►,✂,....... ♥.......?."""!:;""......

She:
♥,♥,♥?(patetic music in the background for younger then 35, silence for the one above 35)

He:
✂,✂,✂? (fun with friends for younger then 35, alcohol or any other adictive substance for the older then 35 )

*(see the note above)

O.K.

In All Ways A Woman and parts of other poems by MAYA ANGELOU

2010-04-21T04:52:00.000-07:00

Being a woman is hard work.Not without joy and even ecstasy, but still relentless, unending work.
Women should be tough, tender, laugh as much as possible, and live long lives.It is imperative that a woman keep her sense of humor intact and at the ready. She must see, even if only in secret, that she is the funniest, looniest woman in her world, which she should also see as being the most absurd world of all times.She will need to prize her tenderness and be able to display it at appropriate times in order to prevent toughness from gaining total authority and to avoid becoming a mirror image of those men who value power above life, and control over love.
...................
The Divine upon my right
impels me to pull forever
at the latch on Freedom's gate.

The Holy Spirit upon my left leads my
feet without ceasing into the camp of the
righteous and into the tents of the free.
-------------
PHENOMENAL WOMAN

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Cognitive distorsion

2010-02-13T09:11:00.000-08:00

Life inside and life outside - Public therapy

2010-02-10T03:42:00.000-08:00

Today at 11:00am

Definition of an artist (Wikipedia)

1.The definition of an artist is wide-ranging and covers a broad spectrum of ACTIVITIES to do with CREATING art, PRACTISING the arts and/or DEMONSTRATING an art.
2.A person who creates art as an occupation.

Definition of an artist (Princeton.edu)

1.creative person (a person whose creative work shows sensitivity and imagination).

Public therapy:

Hello,my name is Aleksandra Popovska and I am an artist.:)
I create,practice and demonstrate artistic activities.
Actually art is my occupation and my work shows sensitivity and imagination.
What about you?
:)

Peel off

2010-02-08T11:52:00.000-08:00

Peel off

vb (adverb)

1. to remove or be removed by peeling

2. (intr) Slang to undress

3. (Engineering / Aeronautics) (intr) (of an aircraft) to turn away as by banking, and leave a formation

4. Slang to go away or cause to go away

Story: I peeled off my old skin and bought a new pair of shoes for some new dance steps I want to learn.

Everyone wears shoes, so eventually you start thinking "I need shoes too".
The more experienced shoe-walkers tell you that if the shoes aren't for you, they will give you blisters. But you still want to dance as soon as possible and you think that you need one too. The ones you can afford. So you buy them, and it turns out that they're not really perfect. But you try, try, try so hard until you forget that they actually hurt you since the very beginning.

After a while, you get used to the pain and forget about it.

You even start to love them, because the dance is what you care about, not the pain.
But one day, you realize that your foot has started changing its shape in order to adapt to the not-completely-comfortable shoes.
And then, because you decide to like yourself whatever happens, and you really want to dance, you go out and buy a brand new pair of shoes.
But now, because they are new, you are afraid to wear them. Always busy polishing them, you even stop dancing. And then you forget why you bought them in the first place.
Till one day you start feeling really cold from the bottom of your body. You realize that you've walking barefoot too long, because you threw away your old ones and didn't really wear the new ones.

Morality 1

Not every new pair of shoes has to hurt!
Well-made and carefully chosen shoes could make you feel like dancing on the clouds, so don't be afraid to wear them.
And its never too late to start saving for a good pair of shoes.
You may have to wait a bit longer, but it's worth every penny!
Don't throw away your old shoes the moment you see new ones in the store window. Being barefoot is no fun at all, but if they are useless, throw them away.

Morality 2

And if one day you get tired of everything - shoes, dancing, walking - you are free to realize that what you need is a flying carpet ,so you needn't bother walking or dancing; you can just fly!

Morality 3

If you wish for a carpet, don't forget to wish for an Aladdin too. Could come in handy.
Holding someone's hands till you are in the clouds could be fun!
Never tried though!

(*Acknowledgement:Thank you JvdT for the English correction).

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Wondering

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Once she lived there

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Tenboomstraat 60

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Analogue animation- Skirty

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Dont't live fast Don't die young

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Spining around

2009-03-18T08:37:00.000-07:00

Tribute to Morty

2007-07-10T08:57:00.000-07:00