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I got a little greedy yesterday whilst raising the bar from my last creation..[double-decker grilled cheese w/ avocado and peppered turkey]

I got a little greedy yesterday whilst raising the bar from my last creation..
[double-decker grilled cheese w/ avocado and peppered turkey]

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[kids be killin’ it..]
Jam of the day:

shagabondSweet Magma

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John Armella

John Armella

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Thank You To All The Artists ~

Thank you to all the artists.

Not the legendaries.. the ones hung in galleries.
Those who, now decades after their departure,
we still contemplate their emotions; 
make crude attempts to comprehend their ritual;
praise them.

But the ones who you’ll never know of.
The ones blind to the eye; vacant of fame.
Those that hold their hand
in a distinctive way whilst they ponder.
The ones who slice the braeburn with the most particular form.
The ones conscious of their bones.
Who they are, how they live, all that they do…

Life is their art.

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(by Mekael Dawson)

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Jam of the day:

The War On Drugs Comin’ Through

Posted 1 month ago with 1 note
A Psalm of Life

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

[What the heart of the young man said to the psalmist]

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is ernest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Finds us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

Posted 1 month ago with 1 note
matthewtammaro:

Clara, morning (blue)

Matthew Tammaro

matthewtammaro:

Clara, morning (blue)

Matthew Tammaro

Posted 1 month ago with 18 notes