fuck dance let's art.
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a scrap book of sorts
We are two best friends: Sarah and Lara.
We have been collaging together since we were in kindergarten. From hilroy to apple, the medium has changed but the message remains the same.
We get by with a little help from our friends,
xoxo
the biz-biz
We have been collaging together since we were in kindergarten. From hilroy to apple, the medium has changed but the message remains the same.
We get by with a little help from our friends,
xoxo
the biz-biz
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7 comments:
fierce.
I still disagree with "Fuck Dance, Let's Art" as an ethos/axiom (yes still).
It's like saying "Fuck Bread, Let's Bake" or "Fuck Spring, Let's Bloom" or "Fuck Gifts, Let's Wrap."
That Danielle is so 2012.
YB, i disagree with your disagreement and declare the ethos/axiom to be sound.
yes, it's exactly like saying 'fuck bread, let's bake' ; as in cakes and fucking pies motherfucker, cakes and fucking pies. cut off the crust. save your bread for a mundane breakfast. this monday it's egzz benedict and heuvos rancheros, the implication being "step it up & don't two-step, sucka". start painting with your eyeballs.
spring/bloom gifts/wrap analogies either miss the point or twist the meaning.
all sauce, no ribs. get back to the butane and try another 'cue.
HUP
CD,
That was a striking half step in the direction of righteousness. Those two left feet sound loudly on your hardwood floor. Oh, sorry, were you just shuffling around blank canvases and dropping poorly aligned frames.
Don't try and paint me for just a sheen, or frame me for an eater of bad morning repasts. My cooking, like my commentary often peak in the wee hours. If you must, it's Mr. Sheen, but you can call me Marty.
Still, your attack is much in line with the all marquee no show meaning of the axiom in question. But, one marquee don't stop no show. In short: just because you give up/throw up (hands or huevos) doesn't make it a show stopper.
Sit out all the dances you want. Even stale white Irish needs a friend.
You were half correct.
Fuck truth, let's reel.
RASBERRIES!
One
PS: In the interest of unity I offer an alternative (Copyright Young Bourgoizeezy 09)*
Fuck, dance, lettuce, art.
There is so much love in this club sandwich.
After reading this I want saucy ribs, raspberries, carbs and at least a quarter of JPQ's tasty love club sandwich ... my cupboards are so bare .... tear.
ps. Dani, you are my Favorite gallerina.
you are a babe. babe.
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