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mulumba left a comment for Arthur D.O.G."Whahahahahahahahahah!
I guess it's fun being an old man! I hope I should be so lucky one day!!"
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- At 7:17pm on May 19, 2009,
Arthur D.O.G. said… - D.O.G.
Dear Old Grandpa
- At 9:53pm on March 4, 2009,
Studio Broadway said… - we like your art! join The Studio Broadway on Root 66!
- At 7:53am on February 5, 2009,
Myles Beeby said… - YO...
Upload them photos bro..
Nice face..
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- Youssou N'Dour
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- Post Afro Pop Art (PAPA)
Golden Rock
One blue afternoon, a little boy named Lucky found a golden rock.
Greater than the highest obelisk he'd ever imagined, the golden rock sat in a stream under the gleaming sun.
Amazed, Lucky flexed his muscles and climbed, huffing and puffing with all his might.
Upon reaching the summit of that golden rock, the whole backyard stretched into a jungle, waiting for Lucky to explore.
The jungle bowed to him and spread into a big, blank canvas of witty colors, lush strokes and secret paths. The whole world was Lucky.
Sitting upon that massive golden rock, Lucky watched and listened. The whole world was silent. The leaves waved at the shining sun.
All of a sudden, from deep in the forest, there was a faint sound. Lucky kept listening. Still, all was quiet. He pushed his neck up and pulled his ears back. Nothing…
No sooner had Lucky dismissed the sound as something imagined, when it whipped by again. Transfixed, he listened. This time the buzzing sound was crisp and clear and spun around him like a mad cyclone.
One blue afternoon, a little boy named Lucky found a golden rock.
Greater than the highest obelisk he'd ever imagined, the golden rock sat in a stream under the gleaming sun.
Amazed, Lucky flexed his muscles and climbed, huffing and puffing with all his might.
Upon reaching the summit of that golden rock, the whole backyard stretched into a jungle, waiting for Lucky to explore.
The jungle bowed to him and spread into a big, blank canvas of witty colors, lush strokes and secret paths. The whole world was Lucky.
Sitting upon that massive golden rock, Lucky watched and listened. The whole world was silent. The leaves waved at the shining sun.
All of a sudden, from deep in the forest, there was a faint sound. Lucky kept listening. Still, all was quiet. He pushed his neck up and pulled his ears back. Nothing…
No sooner had Lucky dismissed the sound as something imagined, when it whipped by again. Transfixed, he listened. This time the buzzing sound was crisp and clear and spun around him like a mad cyclone.
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