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Every end of the year I order 5 calendars with pictures of the gone year. I have one myself and distribute the rest among people I care for. This year I found out that one of those people was a Q-anonist. Which made him redundant per se. Have a calendar free. What to do?

I'm watching a Youtube video of tattoo competition on the show Ink Master.
This episode is a collection of the worst tattoos in the event.
Think before you Ink is the name of one of the teams who failed in a middle round.

Then I found this guy , a walking talking meme maker

Yesterday I have had a 40 year anniversary of my birthday in my job.
My colleague surprised me with a present:








... It was an artifitial interpretation of The church that I am singing:





... By the way - interesting fact: In the Interwar when the church was build my grand grand grand fathers was a mason.
And today after a little bit more than a hundred years - I am singing in a choir.

Like my good friend told me, that My grandfather's grandfather built a church, and I'm now "on the threshold of my church."

I hated this tender complicity: it was my own fault, I had talked about Concha the night before. I should have controlled myself. I was with her for a year. Last night I would have given an arm to see her again for five minutes. That was why I talked about her, it was stronger than I was. Now I had no more desire to see her, I had nothing more to say to her. I would not even have wanted to hold her in my arms: my body filled me with horror because it was grey and sweating--and I wasn't sure that her body didn't fill me with horror. Concha would cry when she found out I was dead, she would have no taste for life for months afterward. But I was still the one who was going to die. I thought of her soft, beautiful eyes. When she looked at me something passed from her to me. But I knew it was over: if she looked at me now the look would stay in her eyes, it wouldn't reach me. I was alone.
(Excerpt from the story).

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Just tell me why ?
I can't just die ?!
This life is mine
Not by designe

Is mine to live
But i can't give...
I'm not alowed
To give my vow

I can not love
that is because
I don't belive
That love exist

At list not now
When people vow
To love each other
Then find another

And that's when they
Find another way
To live theyre life
With new designe

They brake some heart's
I think that's nots
You can go insane
Because of the payne

And that is why
I hope to dye
I want no part
In breaking a heart

I have no wish
To live like this
To live alone
Just by my own

A female art collector at a contemporary art fair in Miami accidentally shattered a $42,000 sculpture by artist Jeff Koons. Witnesses at the annual Art Wynwood event said a woman tapped a blue version of Koons' iconic "Balloon Dog" with her finger, causing it to topple over and break.
That may not be the whole story as it was reported, a representative for the gallery hosting the porcelain artwork said the woman unintentionally kicked the pedestal where the sculpture was placed.

The size of the Balloon Dog was approximately 15" x 18" x 6" or 40cm x 48cm x 16cm and from a news link, Koons' balloon figures are some of the most expensive contemporary art pieces sold by a living artist. Balloon Dog (Orange) from his 1994-2000 series sold for $58.4 million six years ago.

Hopefully, the sculpture was insured. No reports on what happened to the woman who broke it and if she will face criminal charges, as it's standard practice for art galleries to warn visitors not to touch the displays.


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Reader comments:
Jack " This has been a bad couple of weeks for balloons. Even porcelain ones."

Kdawg "...and this one didn't require a $400K sidewinder missile to bring it down!"

sharon "Looks like something that can easily be made in China for about ten bucks"

bob "Don't get me wrong, the piece is beautiful. But $42,000 dollars? Sorry, I can make an actual balloon animal with metallic balloons for $5.37 cents, it can fall of a pedestal and not break, and not make me broke. While I can consider what he does "art", I can not understand spending that much money on what essentially is a ceramic."

william "Let's put the fragile breakable 42k art piece on a small tall skinny platform within everyone's reach.........what's the worst that could happen?"

j "So they have a $42,000 sculpture and they just balance it on a small podium with no way to secure it and no glass over it? Seems to me it is more likely a $30 sculpture insured for $42,000 so they could make easy money when someone has an accident."

Blue "It’s a $10 knickknack at best. If it had any value, it would have been in a display case."

I stood aside and gazed at you,
And with amazement, I was imbued.
How beautiful you are, I admired,
And wondered if I deserved you, I inquired.

You sat on a chair beside a tree,
Seeming like an angel, not just human, to me.
In the shade of the enveloping tree,
And the sun seemed to pause, agree.

And the wind seemed to whisper to me,
I've never seen beauty like hers, you see.
As if she were a deity,
Lost in the day, yet arriving in the night, so subtly.

You seemed to be so divine,
Beside that tree, in that light so fine.
With the wind caressing your face,
And at your feet, greenery embraced.


the poem was originaly writen in Romania, but this is a translation of it ( it was writen by me )

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