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Well today has made it's way to the most unpredictable day of my entire life so far. In the words of someone whom I miss dearly...well, not her words but it's in my qute book from her..."In this post modern apocolypse, we are eating, breathing, and ebaying ourselves into oblivion. Art is dead." ~?~ Kevin maybe???
Well, it's not dead. But it's a rather true statement at this point in time.
Well, it's not dead. But it's a rather true statement at this point in time.