
This is what happens when you don’t brush the seeds out of your teeth.
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This is what happens when you don’t brush the seeds out of your teeth.
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This is the art wall. It has some art on it. Some, but not all, of the art includes:
-A large cedar carving entitled “Mother Church” (Oscar)
-A pastel drawing of the Tin Man smushing a blue squid on Tom Nagy’s face (Tom Nagy)
-A very life-like felt penis (Jesse Black)
with a penguin hanging off of it (An)
-A large fish eating a smaller fish who is eating a smaller fish who is eating a smaller fish (Seneca)
-A litte blue felted face, possibly wearing a wrestling mask (Ioni)
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A Timmay-Time collaboration between Tom (Timmay), Rob (Jimmay) Emma (Kimmay), and me (Jesse Black). In no particular order. All but the first of these Timmays is done in soft-pastel which is very similar to charcoal but comes in a wide variety of colours. Can you match the Timmay to the Jimmay who made it?
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Nice drum set Rob Nagy, we’ll have to get you a t-shirt with a picture of them on it!
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These are made from driftwood that I found down at Raven Bay. They’re really easy to make. Emma and I saw some like these at the wool store in Powell River and the large ones sell for $8 each, so I thought I’d make some. These were my first, but I will probably experiment with different styles and add fancy edges and stuff with the router. The darker ones are oiled with boiled linseed oil, the lighter coloured ones are just raw.
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I’ve been cruisin’ round the town now with the guys for quite a while
We been thinkin’ ’bout starting up a club that shows some class and style
And we’ll get the finest cars

We got a Dodge Truck, a Van, a rail job and an XKE
(We’ll start a car club)

We’ll be the fastest at the drags, man, we’ll really cut some low ETs
(We’ll start a car club)
And wipe out the other clubs

We’ll set a meet, and get a sponsor, and collect some dues
And you can bet that we’ll have our jackets on wherever we cruise
We’ll get the roughest and the toughest initiation we can find
(We’ll start a car club)
And if you want to try to get in we’ll really put you through the grind
(We’ll start a car club)
This club’s the very best

We’ll set a meet, and get a sponsor, and collect some dues
And you can bet that we’ll have our jackets on wherever we cruise
We’ll get the roughest and the toughest initiation we can find
(We’ll start a car club)
And if you want to try to get in we’ll really send you through the grind
(We’ll start a car club)
Start a club, a car club
(Start a car club)
Start a club, a car club
(Start a car club)
Start a club, a car club
(Start a car club)
Start a club, a car club
(Start a car club)
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In amongst the trees, the party roars
There are people in a wooden house upon a moonlit hill
Inside the house, from the outside world,
the people are a part
Hustle and bustle in a quiet forest
Behind straw-bale walls
The deer wander light-footedly outside
The birds sleep
The trees grow
The stars shine
When the dawn gently breaks
One star devours all the others
The rooster will announce to the world
that today is just like every other day
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I could swallow the world
And never get my fill
But I never know how to write what I’m thinking
I lay here tonight, devoured
Tomorrow, I will devour
Quietly
After tomorrow there will be another
And another after that
And after that, another
Still, I’ll quietly eat
I listen to music sometimes
And sometimes to the sound of the waves crashing on the shoreline
I like to think about the waves that I hear as merely the tips of larger waves in a seemingly infinite sea of mathematically perfect swells
Sometimes the sound of a fire crackling heals all of my wounds
Sometimes I just need to hear your voice because the one inside my head feels lonely
Sometimes when I listen to music, I can’t help but dance
Still, I quietly devour this world bit by bit
In the short time within which I am able
I can’t keep the stars from twinkling
No matter how hard I try
But it’s okay, because I won’t try
No matter how many times I shovel the same piece of ground
I will not bore
Quietly, I’ll eat
If I feel full, it won’t last
Eating is an endless cycle
Not a dangerous habit
As long as I live, I’ll go on eating
Quietly
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There she goes again
But don’t tell her she’s an artist
She doesn’t want to know
It’s not a skill
To her it’s just being human
And I think she may be right
She truly is a human ‘being’
Not just another human ‘doing’
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