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F*** F***book!

I think Facebook banished me because I can’t access the site due to “site issues”.

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So growing up I remember my parents always taking my sister and me to SoHo, where I would eventually have my first Keith Haring experience at the Pop Shop, talk about sensory overload! Here’s my interpretation of one of his pieces.

Keith Haring was first recognized for his chalk…

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Afraid…

Now I’m afraid to use my Tumblr because I just scrolled down and saw a couple of penises, and I’m not sure how to make them disappear.

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Still can’t feel my face…

Akhenaten’s Hymn to Aten

Hymn to Aten

Your rays suckle every meadow.

When you rise, they live, they grow for you.

You make the seasons in order to rear all that you

have made,

The winter to cool them,

And the heat that they may taste you.

You have made the distant sky in order to rise therein,

In order to see all that you do make.

While you were alone,

Rising in your form as the living Aten,

Appearing, shining, withdrawing or approaching,

You made millions of forms of yourself alone.

Cities, towns, fields, road, and river—-

Every eye beholds you over against them,

For you are the Aten of the day over the earth… .

The world came into being by your hand,

According as you have made them.

When you have risen they live,

When you set they die.

You are lifetime your own self,

For one lives only through you.

Eyes are fixed on beauty until you set.

All work is laid aside when you set in the west.

But when you rise again,

Everything is made to flourish for the king… .

Since you did found the earth

And raise them up for your son,

Who came forth from your body: the King of Upper

and Lower Egypt, … Akh-en-Aten, … and the

Chief Wife of the King … Nefert-iti, living and

youthful forever and ever.