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Sounds like a promotion doesn’t it? That’s because it is.

Kevin owns a company that sells zip lines. He’s getting a new shipment of product in, and needed a fresh box design done.

Today I spent time with the design. Yesterday, I spent most of the time making the photograph and child model look box-ready (like making the eyes bluer, the mouth smiler, etc.) I just might add a swooping arrow to the design if Kevin is lucky.

If you ever want a high-quality zip line that’s weight-tested up to 3 tons (or even higher, I can’t remember), buy one from Kevin at RailRunnerZipline.com.

At special request, I will autograph the box for you.

The glory of being an artist; a creative soul who commits to something that only leads to a stronger sense of separation… conversations that require alcohol, and nothing is remembered of its most intriguing peaks.

Sometimes I think that a business mind is ideal. The business mind makes money and it never appears to be lost. If it isn’t successful, its on its way.

Feeling is all we have. We can only share it in what we create. But the luck is in if anybody connects to it.

Art is too accessible. It’s unappreciated now. We want information. No, we want entertainment still. I entertain myself with inspirational anecdotes. Most entertain themselves with jack-off humor, pop-culture, or conspiracy theories on youtube. We’re all consumers anymore. We measure our intellect with the quality of genres that our minds devour. We’re all doing the same thing unless we’re creating. Why not create every day? Why not every hour?

This is our destiny, every action we take. This is our life. And we’re facebooking it away with status updates. We’re wishing for trashy ego-supporting connections. We’re wanting to buy stuff that supports our fake identities. We want love, not for love’s sake, but so something/someone will approve of the bullshit we’ve “added” to ourselves… and hopefully they’ll support us for life, so we get married.

And, when everyone else has made that choice, you start to wonder if you’re the only one left who needs to sign up just to see what’s missing.

Or not.

Goodbye, Bear.

There wasn’t really a rock concert at the library today, but by the look of the line you’d think there was… minus the non-rock-looking demographic, of course.

Jeremy wants to start a book-selling business, so we got up early to go to a huge sale where books averaged $1-$8 each. I thought maybe I’d buy just one book if I saw something semi-interesting. Instead, I smashed myself into the mooing herd of book-lusting humans, and gorged myself in the art section, picking up 7 books on technique and impressionism. I could have shopped more, but within 30 minutes, my bro and I were both exhausted from swimming against the current of passive-aggressive, space-filling nose-whistlers. So we left.