Pareidolia or miraculous eucharistic acheiropoieton? Who gives a shit the spirit of Abraham Lincoln is alive and well inside my floorboards and that’s all I need to know.
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#abeisrisen #comforted
When the letters of your name turn out to be the perfect size for mocking up some Waterloo Greenway donor recognition signage set in Platform Regular with a max width of 108” and a four inch cap height so you submit the prototype artwork file and then they actually make the fucking thing ha ha! I thought we were just going print it out on a big piece of paper.
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#accidental #immortality
I made it to the big time! After hours. They were closed. It was totally awesome. Also, still have a brother. As sweet as a bug in a rug and exactly .251974 inches shorter than me. Ha HA! He drives an Element because he’s fucking elemental, hell yes.
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#awesome #brother
I don’t talk about my day job around here much, but here I am, hotter than two ferrets fucking in a wool sock, walking around what will soon become the next phase of Waterloo Greenway, figuring out what signs to design wherefore to acknowledge whom and get people thence and place thusly and what is the reason for all this thusness in the first place. The reason being: creeks and plants and trees are imminently superior to rebar and concrete and glass in pretty much every way. Also, that intersection at Caesar Chavez and Red River will be an unholy nightmare no more. Also also, bridges!
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#waterloogreenway #hot
