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I am at The Atelier Studio of Fine Art at an opening for Wade The Huge Demon himself. I'm still not drinking alcohol because I don't want to get drunk and go home with anyone I am related to. I still think my media (?)wife still has an obsession with my obsession. I need to provide her with the best material I can inscribe from my titanium reinforced skull. Grandpa's first automobile. Too much war on TV, just watch the reruns. And think to yourself at least I'm not insecure about getting old. Should I investigate your Artificial intelligence clone or are satisfied with someone else in control of your image? It's a brand new career straight out of Blade Runner. It will take an inventive lasso to reign in the corruption. Wade's art school teaches realist painting. He teaches there a few nights per week. I'm taking a hiatus from fine art, but Wade is pushing his craft and brush into its nature. He travels and paints various terrain and landscapes of the North Star State. The school has art on every wall practically from floor to ceiling. There are nudes and nudes. I can blog the fragments. So much art to recreate the lost elation rebel ridge.I am sitting near a little sad Xmas tree with no ornaments. I added the tab from my can to where the star should go. I've been called an asshole for my artistic views but at least I'm not full of shit and glitter. My media (?)wife is the only one who understands my sparring infatuation. I let her win of course, I'm not cruel. A Jam is always good for a joint in a Jamaican government yard. Minneapolis is boring I've heard. I'm just here blowing my tourist dollars on an exotic vacation. It's a warm day and at least I'm out of the house feeling good. Jesus I fell down the stairs when I was two in Golden, Colorado and dreamt of a Blue Moon. Belle should teach here. https://ilona.com/