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“NATIONS NOT SO BLEST AS THEE MUST, IN THEIR TURN, TO TYRANTS FALL, WHILE THOU SHALT FLOURISH GREAT AND FREE: THE DREAD AND ENVY OF THEM ALL”

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“GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO GEORGE, IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY. WE GONNA PARTY LIKE IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY. WE GON’ SIP BACARDI LIKE IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY”

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“Ya know George and I be homies”

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I didn’t have to title this drawing because everyone knows, “Pinocchio is a God Damn Liar”

 

Lying is unacceptable. It really is.

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BOWL OF TOAST

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GO AHEAD, TELL ME IT’S NOT A U.F.O., I DARE YOU

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NEVER TO BE RELEASED

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Usually when one reads the words ‘NEVER TO BE RELEASED’ it is in connection with an individual, not unusually described as ‘beyond evil’, that many among the general public, as well as various state and local officials, believe should never, because of the nature of their crimes, be released from prison. That is not, in this instance, the case.

No, my usage of ‘NEVER TO BE RELEASED’ as the title of this post is in relation to a film that has for some time been, as I like to say, “in the works”. Unfortunately, due to my general attitude, aptly defined, by those lucky few to know me on a personal level, as ‘lackadaisical’, I quite easily gave up on ever finishing what, without a doubt, would have been an amazing little film.

However, this very morning, most likely while the majority of you were sleeping, dreaming, I’m sure, of reaping fortunes, attracting mates, and crushing your foes, I was anxiously pacing the floor desperate for something, anything, to post. Then, for reasons I have yet to examine fully, it occurred to me that I could present a still image from the film that would never be released.

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still image from a film NEVER TO BE RELEASED

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With the pride of the artist, you must blow against the walls of every power that exists the small trumpet of your defiance*

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“NO”!

 

I cried

and, when I cried

I cried

DEFIANTLY

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It’s how I called out upon seeing the sign at my feet, “loudly”, and, “in a manner that shows open resistance or bold disobedience”. I just refuse to bend to authority’s will even if my shoes do get a little muddy, and other patrons nearby become startled. It’s how I’m ‘wired’, I guess. Some aren’t. Maybe you’re more like me, questioning authority at every turn. I don’t know if you are, are you?

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*Norman Mailer

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