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Journal Entry: Wed Jan 6, 2016, 11:35 AM
I should really submit some of my latest work... should but probably wont.
Not until it's finished!

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Journal Entry: Thu Dec 10, 2015, 7:01 AM
Finals are over.
My professor says I should be in the honors program
she wants me in her honors class.
I'm so content with the status quo.
Yeah, I'm lazy.

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Journal Entry: Mon Nov 16, 2015, 10:43 AM
November dressed in shades of autumn.
arms heavy with gifts from the harvest
pinecones, acorns, apples, and pears.



I love November.

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Journal Entry: Sun Nov 15, 2015, 10:48 PM
Never breathe in fine stone clay dust or any dust for that matter.
You've been warned.

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Journal Entry: Sat Nov 7, 2015, 12:29 AM
November


when the air burns your lungs 
and it's almost too hard to breathe

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Journal Entry: Fri Oct 30, 2015, 1:32 AM


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Journal Entry: Mon Oct 26, 2015, 3:33 PM
I've been creating new things
steadily.

Molds, casts, armatures..
studying,
making, destroying,
remaking.

Mistakes were made, projects were abandoned, 
procrastination ruled supreme. 


I've also been leading large groups of people around a labyrinth for hours. 

But enough about me; how are you?

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Journal Entry: Mon Oct 5, 2015, 7:06 AM
New work submitted. 
New DeviantArt for my studio is now up.

FauxFoxStudio.DeviantArt.com

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Journal Entry: Wed Sep 23, 2015, 12:32 PM
I'm working on a new piece of art. I've been busy with school, but I'm still managing to make some progress. 

I'll post it whenever I manage to finish it.

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Journal Entry: Thu Sep 17, 2015, 4:34 PM

 It’s easier to isolate yourself with petty complaints, and the tiny dissatisfactory details of your infinitesimally small, and meaningless life; than it is to try to grasp with your limited mind, and tiny hands the frayed edges of the skirt of the ever expanding universe. Let alone to even attempt to contrive meaning from an existence in a world where the offspring of your species are brutally raped each day, by your own species.  



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Journal Entry: Wed Aug 19, 2015, 9:49 AM
My heart is ok. I'm free to exercise.
Yesterday I started max cardiovascular interval training.
Ssoo sore today.

For now I have to live with PVC's. They're annoying. 
Lucky for me they go away when I exercise but come right back when I stop.

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Journal Entry: Wed Aug 12, 2015, 1:01 PM
Tomorrow I have an appointment with a cardiologist.
I'm too young for all of these health problems.
I've lost something like 27 lbs since last year. I'm a vegetarian, I eat well, I'm active. 

I don't get it.

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Journal Entry: Wed May 27, 2015, 6:03 PM
Mrs.

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Journal Entry: Tue May 19, 2015, 5:54 PM
I've been so busy with life..
there's no time for art
too busy planning my wedding.
Getting married May 26th.

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Journal Entry: Thu Apr 23, 2015, 1:27 PM
I just saw your messages. 
I couldn't reply to them, you must have blocked me or deleted your account maybe?
She is getting big, that's what they do.. they grow.
and grow, and grow, and then fly the coop.

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Journal Entry: Tue Apr 14, 2015, 12:23 AM
Am I happy?
Am I content?
Am I?

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Journal Entry: Mon Dec 15, 2014, 10:19 PM
What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

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Journal Entry: Thu Nov 27, 2014, 3:50 PM

“Perhaps when we are in love, we are also kind of sad. There is a sadness to the ecstasy. Beautiful things sometimes can make us a little sad, and it is because what they hint at is the exception, a vision of something more, a vision of a hidden door, a rabbit hole to fall through but a temporary one and I think that ultimately that is kind of a tragedy. That is why love simultaneously fills us with melancholy. So that’s why sometimes I feel nostalgic over something I haven’t lost yet, because I see its transience. 

And so, how does one respond to this? Do we love harder? Do we squeeze tighter? Or do we embrace the Buddhist creed of no attachment? Do we pretend not to care that everything and everyone we know is going to be taken away from us? I don’t know if I can accept that. I think I side with the Dylan Thomas quote, “I will not go quietly into that good night but instead rage against the dying of the light.” I think that we defy entropy and impermanence with our films and our poems. I think we hold onto each other a little harder and say I will not let go. I do not accept the ephemeral nature of this moment. I’m going to extend it forever. Or at least I’m going to try.” - Jason Silva


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Journal Entry: Fri Oct 3, 2014, 1:06 PM
You say that now..
then comes the day when you see me
and even though you recognize
what you used to feel,
it isn't there anymore.
You wont know where it has gone
you'll dig into the lost memories of yesterday
and there it will remain
washed out with the ebb and flow
in a sea of mundane trivial memories
sloshing around in your grey matter