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art
need for a clearer view /
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people seeing people /
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During an afternoon run to the local record store, the paparazzi snapped a photo of me snapping a photo of them.
hearing voices in the window /
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drawing insight /
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horizons /
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I can barely see the break of the dotted lines. Time is calling.
up the downstairs /
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I visited. I knocked at the door. No one answered.
any is wild /
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I've always had this fascination with vintage pinball machines and electronic games. They've always seemed like such incredible pop works of art with their sign painter qualities, lettering, and graphic appeal.
I recall spending hours of my youth at various mom and pop's beer joints, watching my father play these sorts of games. I'd sit and watch from a nearby booth or a red padded bar stool, sipping numerous Coca-Colas through a paper straw, while he dropped quarters, rolls of them, one at a time, into the inviting works of art.