Monday, August 29, 2011

Three years overdue for retirment.



A skilled Art Director is able to graphically represent an elaborate concept with simple yet precise accuracy. Special thanks to the talented craftsman of my retirement concept. Indeed... well-executed. Although, it seems I've lost track of time - and my own priorities. I'm three years overdue for retirement.

dk

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Member of the Month



I suppose, had I subscribed to a dating period greater than one month, I could have perhaps gained myself the additional [1] vote that would have advanced me... Member of the Month, so darn close!

Damn.

dk

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Happy Birthday Song



I've never been a fan of a organized recreation. Further, I rebuke organized celebration.

I don't like structure. I don't like order. And, I certainly don't like people singing in unison. So, on my birthday, I tend to avoid friends - and family. And with utmost caution, I steer absolutely clear of chain establishments that might force employees to drop their silverware-napkin-wrapping in order to contribute their individual efforts to the greater sum; to collectively subject patrons to a high-pitched, corporate-established script sprinkled with pseudo-enthusiastic theatrics. No thanks. Besides, Lily Allen has already sung my song for the year.

Happy Birthday me.

Xo!
dk


Sunday, August 14, 2011

As soon as things get difficult, I walk away.


" As soon as things get difficult, I walk away. That's the great secret of creativity. You treat ideas like cats: you make them follow you. If you try to approach a cat and pick it up, hell, it won't let you do it. You've got to say, 'Well, to hell with you.' And the cat says, 'Wait a minute. He's not behaving the way most humans do.' Then the cat follows you out of curiosity: 'Well, what's wrong with you that you don't love me?' "
Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing

That quote considered, I suppose I live an extremely creative life. As soon as things get difficult, I walk away.
Walk. Away.
dk

Monday, August 8, 2011

A symbol of marriage.



and should I ever again decide to condemn myself to commitment...
the band that strangles my freedom (and my left ring finger),
must be appropriately designed.
a symbol of marriage.



then again... maybe I should just buy it for myself.
it's fucking perfect.

dk

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Monday, August 1, 2011

[dih-key]

dk

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–verb (used with object)
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–noun
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