Put in a locked empty room with a hundred-dollar bill or a poem, which would you choose?
This question should be asked earnestly of all people in times of greed.
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marking the third installment of stef lenk's blogging of useless (but somehow still remarkable to her) antics and artwork.
a brief declaration.
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- and last but NOT least for this evening.
- of the shameless flaunting of pants, bums bums BUM...
- posting to appendages.
- happysleepy.com
- and this from Harper's Weekly...
- today: headline of note.
- beneath my window; Wednesday; 2.06pm
- wind-up clocks.
- the news.
- the financial district.
- a philosophical thought of (cough cough) Great Si...
- an afternoon at the IFOA.
- Of Emergency Packages and Philatelic "Services"
- oh, the internet.
- you can't touch peoples' apathy.
- and more excitement on the subject of our unaccept...
- i have Just started working
- plumbing the depths of York University's "educatio...
- still got it.
- on the immeasurable value of paper and ink.
- three impossible things before breakfast.
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