We r children lost in a factory

I dreamt we were deep in our subconcious communicating face to face the way we do. Silently but full of words. Ur face was scarred like ur soul. A three claw tear from where she left u bloody and torn

The meaning of a song is always changing. It is everlasting.

I like listening to music. No one has to say a word, we communicate through feeling and motion. That is the one thing I am sure of.

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This week’s top posts:
You Might Be An Artist If … - “Your art supplies are a higher priority than your groceries”
Chinese Artist Goes Undercover at Foxconn … to Buy an iPad - How much does an iPad really cost?
Nick Cave to Fill Grand Central With a Herd of Soundsuit Horses - Creative Time and MTA Arts for Transit team up with artist Nick Cave to heard Grand Central Station visitors. 
Required Reading - This week, 25 alternative art spaces in Los Angeles, Grant Snyder’s “minimalism is simple”, Karen Rosenberg’s review of Nam June Paik, and more.
We Got Facebook Censored
Another Royal Portrait That Was the Subject of Controversy Sees the Light of Day
Enduring Meaning in an Old Medium
Finding Feminism in World of Warcraft
Let’s All Argue About Digital Art

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give me love and ill give you my love
macklemore - a wake


- Sylvia Plath

- Sylvia Plath

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I try to breathe but I cant. I touch the mic but im spent

9 o clock im wondering why I did it. Im beautiful. I can