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Life's Little Dramas: Puppets, Proxies, and Spirits an exhibit by the GREGG MUSEUM OF ART & DESIGN
in the D. H. Hill Exhibit Gallery
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I wanna feel the changes coming down.
I wanna know what I've been hiding in
My shadow.
Change is coming through my shadow.
My shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking
My scabs again.
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Remember all the bad dreams
Are not far from reality
Will you write again for me?
And who bade you stop this living art?
Have you forgotten just what you are?
If you don't want to then you could at least pretend
That the paper's your soul and your blood's in the pen
And maybe then you'd see the light
And read the truth that you had to write.
If heaven sent you downstream
Where banished eyes haven't been
Would you smile again for me?
Our ClearStreams look so tiny compared to the Ferris Wheel! Taken at Friday Fest 2010, a concert held during Welcome Week at NCSU. We coordinated trash, recycling, and compost.
This is my favorite NCSU Building, they're about to knock it down.
FUN FACT: This is the math building and it was built in the 1960s, so there's no women's restrooms.
This had to have been 1990 or 1991? One of the last semesters we had use of the basement of the old Cultural Center.
The smokestack attached to the Yarborough Steam Plant across the way from Riddick and SAS.
And an older picture for reference: historicalstate.lib.ncsu.edu/catalog/0004996
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I'm definitely shaking
The silence isn't breaking
Backwashed and stranded memories
Of something I thought could be
I'm definitely shaking
I'm definitely shaking
I'm definitely shaking
I'm definitely shaking
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If you ask me what is wrong...
I am a manic-depressive
Compulsive obsessive
Rebuilt hypochondriac
Still an insomniac
Too desperate to tell
When I lie to myself
I am making my rounds
On my bipolar downs
I am lost, I am blind
I am sad all the time
I am ignorant and old
I am always so cold
I am mean and deceptive
I need to impress them
I hate you, I love you
I am ungrateful above you
I am a fool with poor timing
I have trouble just trying
I am a slave to my habits
I am an uncultured addict
I am a liar, a fraud
And I am scared to be caught
I am a dumb helpless hassle
I am one selfish asshole
...And I will never be able to tell you what is wrong
I'm just not that strong so
If you want it, I'm on it
I'll get help from God and
I'll write you a song but
I'm too fucking honest
I'm too fucking modest
I'm too fucking odd it's
Like nothing is wrong it's
Just something I long for
Is over and gone or
Is nowhere, a long story
Short--a facade
...But in way, it's all okay, and it's just what you need
Because as long as you're sighing, you can't forget to breathe
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I pick all the flowers
Extinguish the flames
The insanity is I can remember all of their names
The bottom of the barrel
It's no way how to be
But the cold and the silence
Beats the shit out of me
The windows are wooden
But I shouldn't complain
I'll just keep digging
Until I'm good men saying
Cobwebs and apple corers
Old ghosts and vestiges
The woman at the desk says I ain't got no messages
But I don't live anywhere
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
Buck 65, "The Suffering Machine"
Song of the day