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free your mind from inter-slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds

robert nesta marley calms every jittering nerve below the surface of my skin as his scratchy, melodic voice warbles across our little record player in our big, open living room. i sometimes dance across the floorboards, candle light flickering, incense burning, groovin' to his music, eyes closed, arms outstretched.

i created this tote yesterday, a child's tee shirt paired with a beautiful honey and blackly colored tapestry i rescued from a thrift store in bloomington on my birthday this year.

as i was running out of the house, carrying my green show tote and a bag of record bowls, i grabbed this tote. i dumped in my belongings haphazardly, flung it over my shoulder and tripped my way to the car.

at the black pearl, last night in hyde park, i met a very interesting woman, the wife of a fellow exhibitor, who told me her daughter would like to marry bob marley. being the "artist" i am, i sold her this tote off my shoulder. i bet her daughter is a lot like me and i can envision her dancing around her dorm room the moment she opens this package from her mother, hopefully to records instead of itunes :)

categories: greenie bean recycle
Friday 04.03.09
Posted by Kelli Wefenstette
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