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the ride away
Sep 17, 2004 20:17
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goob_bluemonkey
September 17 2004, 17:36:15 UTC
oh babe, that's a spectacular picture... is it spray painted and regular paint? honey what IS that, I'm loving it entirely!
do you have a bigger photo *envy*
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sobraniye_stikh
September 17 2004, 17:47:49 UTC
ee..
it IS a large picture by itself.
my step mum&i did it.
it took us.. mm.. 6 or 7 months, i reckon
ANYWAY i didn't do the wings though i'd like to take credit for themm..
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goob_bluemonkey
September 17 2004, 17:49:19 UTC
well, i meant, do you have anything bigger than, say, 600x(whatever), i really enjoy that piece of artwork
your step-mum and you did a fantastic job. i adore it.
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essenceofadream
September 17 2004, 17:45:42 UTC
I agree... thats awesome... Did you do that??
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sobraniye_stikh
September 17 2004, 17:46:52 UTC
everything but the wings.
ughff. my step mother's the real masterbehindtheprint
i just made it sloppy by gobbing on the oilll.. paint
..thank you!
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ofthelike
September 17 2004, 20:02:24 UTC
(just waiting for something to get my out of anything or whatever kind of mess i've got myself in again)
as i read this "dont let it fly" strummed upon the speakers.
its the same old dance.
waltz. crackling amps and the thigh slapping country feel of distance and being alone.
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desirablepromo
September 18 2004, 14:53:02 UTC
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do you have a bigger photo *envy*
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it IS a large picture by itself.
my step mum&i did it.
it took us.. mm.. 6 or 7 months, i reckon
ANYWAY i didn't do the wings though i'd like to take credit for themm..
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your step-mum and you did a fantastic job. i adore it.
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ughff. my step mother's the real masterbehindtheprint
i just made it sloppy by gobbing on the oilll.. paint
..thank you!
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as i read this "dont let it fly" strummed upon the speakers.
its the same old dance.
waltz. crackling amps and the thigh slapping country feel of distance and being alone.
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