I am not a math test or a scientist. I am not a mathematician or a perfectly linear graph. I am the way you know how to colour inside of the lines and not fall off of your bicycle after the second time. I am the reason why you can smile eighteen different smiles. The reason why you can hold a book in your hands and play basketball for the first time is because of me. I am how you can play with puzzle pieces and remember the name of your babysitter. I am the one who lets you win at poker and checkers. I am vocabulary and verbose because I can be. I am analytical and you depend on me to decode sequences and complicated texts. I am how you can exchange looks with someone. I am probability and your best bet on learning their name. I am how you get up in the morning and go to sleep too late sometimes. I am seconds and minutes and hours and months and years. I am how you made time. I am how you know it runs out. Things and Thoughts.
I am not an artist or dancer that is on television. I am the vibration through your fingertips in clinking wine glasses. I am the reason why you smile eighteen different smiles while counting the crayons in your box set. The reason you can yearn for something is because of me. I am the muse of who you want to be – every penny you’ve ever thrown into a fountain is my body. I am swimming in the ocean for the first time and getting salt up your nose. I am stepping on abandoned snail shells and preferring the green lollipop over orange. I am the reason you fill a lank page with everything you’ve ever felt. I am the movements in your cheeks and thighs when you race down hills. I am why you are able to be excited on Christmas. I am the reason why you want to travel to Italy and Greece and Australia and Madagascar and Bali. I am how you perceive the world. I am not time. I am how you know you’ll never have enough of it. Things and Thoughts.
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love
- William Shakespeare
(it's about digital design...)
An Homage to Jo Brocklehurst
The Artist who sketched fiercely London's 1980s Anarcho-Punk Squatters
A usual scenario in North London home of Jo Brocklehurst was her wearing a Dusty Springfield wig and multiple spectacles and sunglasses differently positioned, while sketching fiercely the punks who lived along on Westbere Road. She was a tiny shy woman who lived to draw and died in 2006. Very little is known about her career as an artist. Born in England in the 1930s, she kept her exact age secret even to close friends. Her iconic drawings of punks of the European club scene have entered the collection of the V&A. Jo lived the life of a romantic artist travelling widely to New York, Berlin, and Amsterdam with the financial worries and the discipline of her work always coming first.
“Even their earliest recordings demonstrate impressive instrumental technique ("some of the most complex instrumentation you're ever likely to find in punk rock")
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O r d e r h a sb e e nE s t a b l i s h e d
Energy like equal to willpower?
Erase the thoughts, and use the tools.
A life time is a glimpse in the universe.
Useful machines for survival.
Write the papers, send it, and now wait for the response.
Smoking is bad and you should be ashamed to be such a disgrace.
Stay safe, live locked and make a family.
Size it always matter.
Get stoned before die and tell your experience.