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bluprint:

At the time I was waiting tables at Hard Rock Hotel in Orlando, FL. I was a cocktail waitress in the VIP lounge, which is Jimi Hendrix themed. I think staring at music memorabilia all day probably soaked my brain with that vibe. One day as I was leaving to go to work I saw a pile of cassette tapes laying on top of a canvas I had set near my door. I thought, “What ghosts could be hiding in those machines?” I pulled out the ribbon and tried to work with it, making some writing. I watched the ribbon curl up and it reminded me of Jimi Hendrix’s crazy hair, so that was the first portrait I made. I had never sold a piece of artwork. But selling was never that important… discovering is the fun part. by Erika Iris


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give-a-little-more:

The one thing she knew, was that if she lost him, if she lost this game of love one more time, it would be the end of her. No, of course not. She would contine to eat, sleep, walk, smile, and search for love. But something, somewhere inside of her would die. Just as it had done each time somebody had broken her heart. How many parts of her could perish in this way while the rest of her continued to survive?

- Mike W.



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