

The Two Guitarists For as long as I can remember, our village had a fable uniquely its own. China speaks of dragons, and India has magical elephant-people; Africa likes its earth-sized snakes, and the northerners can keep their Thor and all that burly sort. We preferred our Two Guitarists. They were fables as much as all the others, but ours were special: plain, utterly human, and grotesquely average-sized. But more importantly, ours were genuinely real.The Two Guitarists
Twelve days after Erev Rosh Hashanah - or the day after Yom Kippur - the Two Guitarists would visit our village until the midnight of the
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"Its must be bunnies, With there hoppy little legs and twitchy little noses."
As the Angel trainee Flone once said "Nin, Nin!
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Nice gallery, but I want see more!
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yay for paroxysmal lucid superconsciousness!
PLEASE visit my Prints
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Hate the government? Don’t pay federal taxes or join the military. They’re nothing without them. - me
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Hate the government? Don’t pay federal taxes or join the military. They’re nothing without them. - me
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"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before"
"And my soul from out that shadow that lie floating on the floor, shall be lifted, nevermore!"-Edgar Allan Poe
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Art is an expression of regrets...
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