Candy Land Cake

The masterful creation of Angela and Arielle. Everything is edible except for one toothpick I believe... but I've swallowed a toothpick before.

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it gently wades in and out
slowly polishing the sand
clearing footprint dented land
smoothing out the mothers voice
chiming in with calming tones
he flows in and out of hearing
making silence overbearing
he swims out and floats a bit
comes back when im in need of him
but only helps as much and never more
encourages with spray to hurdle on
breaks apart the clogging calm
breaks with gentle power on my mind
makes me think what time is left
and how far i have to swim
get a move on gentle one
back and forth til morning end

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I feel like I need something more than this.

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Thesis

Play Along from Nico Cappuccio on Vimeo.

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This is what I am. Or at least. This is what controls me.

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Screams.

This one is saying "Please Kill Me Now"

"Why Can't I Start Over"

"I am simply not happy with the way you put the milk in my tea this morning."

"I am ready for the apocalypse. I hope it comes within the next month so I have an excuse as to why I did not finish thesis." (He is screaming underneath the mask in case you can't tell)

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“When it is darkest, men see the stars.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

6:27

"And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."
-Anais Nin

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"Beat Generation" sold books, sold black turtleneck sweaters and bongos, berets and dark glasses, sold a way of life that seemed like dangerous fun—thus to be either condemned or imitated. Suburban couples could have beatnik parties on Saturday nights and drink too much and fondle each other’s wives."
-Joyce Johnson, describing what a beatnik was.

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ready for the new year

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it felt good to pick up a pencil again.
even if it was only for a little while.