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word to your mother

Word to your mother!

You typed a lot of words, therefore you get a *quality. Not to be outdone, I've put together something that I'd like to say as well. Ahem...

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate—we can not consecrate—we can not hallow—this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Live long and prosper. Word to your mother.

Congrats Raven!

And now I'm going to type some more because I don't wanna be outdone by the others.

You can just ignore this part.

Live long and prosper. Word to your mother.

I like the gigantic black canvas at the end, but I think I love the curator's book of this exhibition most of all. A magazine filled with little black blobs, distinguished only by frame shape, frame material and size.

mlx: word to your mother and powerUPVOTE for the Stones cross-sift. I resisted the temptation mightily but it really had to be done.

love the dancing! ahaha.

word to your mother!