The business of: photos on mugs

Well aren’t we proud, through mail order, let’s plaster the mug of a loved one unto a mug for our slug juice. Just one thing before you upload that jpeg, mugs break. I have a lot more to say about this, but mostly; nothing important has ever been codified in ceramic-conposite mix.

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We do a lot of work

We do a lot of work. We use our well-honed skills, a result of muscle memory, scars and lessons, warts a d all. Alas, sometimes we neglect to think about the work itself; complacency the one-hand dealt.

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Death by a falling irony

Death by “falling piano from the sky” is a tragedy almost unrivaled, though not more excruciatingly-painful as death by a falling irony from above.

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Take your time

Take your time and space to close your eyes under the sun. Today is the beginning of life.

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So…I think Jason only has one pair of pants

Sometimes the before is revealed in the after, a discovery made by the observation of conversation put on hold until the elevator releases it, along with the big brained conversation about Jason, and that he may only have one pair of pants. Truth be told, people must assume I have only one blue terrycloth shorts-set – oh, the travest-irony.

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An enigma

To be described as an enigma is a complement to a being who lives within their own truth – hence, each and every being that is capable of being true to themselves is an enigma of their truths.

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Conspiring with fire

When expecting to not get burned, it’s important not to conspire with fire.

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Don’t wait for the peak

Don’t wait for the peak, not of your day nor your weak, nor your life, nor the adventure that you seek. The reason is simple; all of our experience in the 3rd dimension is a ride atop a peak. Get it while it’s hot, take it in with a grin – the next experience will not be “remotely” similar.

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Ask yourself first

Before you ask someone a question ask yourself first – you may be surprised at your answer.

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Life before this me

Looking back at life before this me, regret, the oars of the rowboat attached to the arms of the body that dip them rythymatically through the deep, blue-green. Regrets turn to scars worn, thin layers of skin cover-over faint ink-stained pain. We move on, a soul renewed, stronger as it was strong enough to make it through to write about life before this me, from a perspective that would be otherwise-impossibly seen. So if someone says their ship has sailed, the master sheet reeled-in as the canvas unfurls – repeat again their mistakes they may, as the wind-carried ship is too far away to remind you of what not to say. The humble rowboat is a practical vessel for the above intents and purposes.

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Looking

Don’t worry – you’re not looking at a damn thing that you can’t see.

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Sorry to say

Sorry to say, but it must be said, as a society we are trained to believe outside of our heads. Make zero bones about what you can see smell or taste and sleep-wave as sweet liberate fades away.

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The bouncing balls

Keep your eye on the bouncing balls, the led matrix, individual sources of light that together create fluctuating numbers atop the dreams of human beings.

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Conversation

Conversation isn’t what happens after one person speaks without purpose, intent, or thought – in actuality, that is when the conversation is over.

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